#what if they like held hands and kissed that would be crazy

[bakug0uzb1thc]

saw this trend and was like ‘im going to imagine this as Katsuki’ and it hasn’t stopped bouncing between my 2 brain cells. this would NEVER happen in cannon.. but hypothetically. (I’m going to shut up.)

(You and Bakugou are both 2nd years but your younger than him just fyi.)

Katsuki Bakugou x fem! Reader

warning: teen parents, suggestive, cruising, mentions of smut themes.

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It happened by accident, you were being stupid teens and made a mistake and trusted your birth control too much and ended up pregnant.

You were sixteen and petrified— but if you had the option to go back in time you would do it all over again.

Telling Katsuki was more of a ‘what the fuck do we do.’ Conversion then a ‘please don’t leave me.’

Yes you are scared to tell Katsuki but he was your best friend before anything else and you needed him the most.

When you told his parents they laid it out very simply. They were not joyed at the fact their son knocked you up but that was on you both as well as your decision on what to do.

You both agreed to keep the baby, you understood the consequences and responsibility’s of not only getting pregnant and how your parents were gonna ground you like crazy (it didn’t happen it was an empty threat that Mitski once told.) but Also having a baby and how heavy that truly was.

But it all worked out— you gave birth to a healthy baby girl that you named Sumire and it was like a light was turned on.

The first week was rough, having to wake up to crying in the middle of the night, the postpartum phase and the constant lactation.

It was default but that’s what you both signed up for. Happily. And you both got a pretty neat label at UA as the ‘one iconic couple that had a kid.’

Once she was 5 months old it truly hit you that you and Katsuki were teen parents.

“we’re fucking parents.” You were sitting on his bed, back towards his wall as you held your daughter in your lap as she played with your fingers babbling to herself as you faced Katsuki who was at his desk doing homework.

He put a hand on the back of his seat to turn his body to look at you and his daughter. “yeah it’s not news.” He admired the sight, taking a mental picture.

“How’d that happen?” You said in shock, acting like it just happened.

“We had sex and you said ‘oh don’t worry Katsuki I’m on birth control have a field day’” he laughed at himself.

“Okay you’re funny. Now do me a favor and take your daughter my thigh is going numb.” Sumire was his sidekick, that’s what he called her.

He wanted a girl so bad (would never admit it) but he pumped his fist in the air when he found out the gender.

He got up without a complaint and took the infant from your lap, and held her small hand in his own and kissed her palm.

When he did it always made her laugh and he adored it.

He gets cuteness aggression BAD.

“I’d do it again.” He spoke up between kisses. “Do what again?” You raised a brown in confusion at what he said. “Cum.” He let out devilish chuckle.

“Omg Katsuki.” You covered your flushed face at his wording.

“All jokes aside- I’m not complaining. I think it’s tits that I have a mini me.” He chewed her chubby cheek lightly, making her look at you confused but still wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Language.” You poked, acting like you didn’t just curse 5 minutes ago.

“Oh my god! Sumire do you hear your mom. Telling me to watch my language. Get a load of this.” He hugged the baby against his cheek, putting his other hand on her other cheek and squishing her face slightly.

You couldn’t take him seriously. “You’re a jerk.” You said sitting on your knees dragging him down to the bed safely watching as he was holding your daughter securely.

“Jerk you had a kid with.” He laid on your lap, holding Sumire against his chest.

“I’m aware.” You reached down to kiss him on the lips.

It wasn’t planned but it worked out and that’s all that mattered to both of you. The best thing that happed to the two of you was Sumire and she didn’t even know.

(I am convinced I’m unable to write a short fic. Thank you for reading my inner thoughts, this has to be the fic I enjoyed writing the most^_^!!)

[silkandsoul]

Made of you and me

-just a small lil writing about smoke and his pregnant wife, it’s all fluff because i feel that after watching sinners, its what’s needed. it had me sobbing. 🥲

“i wish i could be there with you, honey. mornin’ sickness kicking my tail these days, i think our little one tryin’ to kill her momma.” you said, to a already occupied smoke—hands on the swell of your belly, eyes glazed over in awe at the innocence you both created. it messed with his mind sometimes, how he could be apart of something so beautiful—something so divine and precious all at once.

his mind could not comprehend nor decipher, how he out of all, would be the one to witness such a scene—a pure product of love come from the woman who held his heart right in the palm of her hands. the woman who put him at ease so effortlessly, the woman who gave him the love that most begged for. and in that love, she healed what would take years, in seconds.

“mhm, she just loves you as much as i do. that’s all.” he sighed, all that once leeched on him removing itself with you in the bounds of his arms. he held you and your daughter like fragile glassware—mindful but he would be lying if there was no urgency underneath. he wanted to hold you, roll around in your essence til sun up and when tomorrow comes he would do it again. and after that? again. even in the silence, he could suffice knowing that his heart and his soul were right there with him. the only place to be. the only place that mattered.

“this ain’t no way to treat the one you love smoke, she’s ready to get up out of here.” you laughed and he could not help but to laugh too—the sound bouncing off the walls and right into his heart. “we still got some mo’ months, she gotta wait til her dad get back. we gotta deal.” he joked, but his eyes let you know that just maybe, they did have a deal. it wouldn’t surprise you at all, she was a daddy’s girl even in the womb. you could picture it now, him and the little version of him causing you more trouble but even more joy.

“a deal without my knowledge?” you sassed, a smile on your face even though you feigned offended. and you swore you could feel your precious respond to his sentiment, moving so seamlessly that if you blinked you would’ve missed it. as if to say, “yes momma, without your knowledge.” smoke chuckled heartily, his heart swelling with happiness and pride. that’s my girl. was all he could think, his bundle of light had his back and that was all that mattered. you didn’t even have to face him to see the smirk on his face or hear the thought in his head, rolling your eyes before he could even get a word.

“double teamin’ already, my baby knows the drill i see.” he gloated and you scoffed, met with a kiss on your cheeks and then your hand. you melted in his affection, more than you would’ve liked to admit—he was your weakness. but the bitter betty in you still prevailed. “nu-uh, that ain’t fair. im your mama and you ain’t even got my back? this smoke and the smokette? he don’t get up at night to feed you, i do.” you said, disbelief in your voice at this grand union. how could she betray you like that? give her father the upper hand to peacock on her mother that he’s the favorite? you could only shake your head at them both.

he smiled and kissed your cheek again, “and who brings the food for them nasty cravings of yours?” he said, making your eyes go wide. oh how dare he? it was the truth—very much so, she had you eating things that you knew were certainly atrocious, if not worth being jailed over. but still, it was his child that had you mixing the worst of the worst together for your consumption. he didn’t mind though; despite the questions in his mind he never gave you hell about it. he would be lying if he said that he didn’t even find it cute.

“tuh, that’s yo daughter that got me eating all crazy. don’t make me put you on the couch elijah.”

[andy-15-07]

hii! I just followed your blog, you write so amazingly!

would it be possible to request something? a fic with joel or tommy but the reader is platonic? just like a good friendship between the characters - if that’s ok to request

A Night In, A Bond Forever

PAIRING: Joel Miller x reader x Tommy Miller

WORD COUNT: 1578| requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

The living room was aglow with the flicker of Joel’s battered TV,its cracked screen glass held together with duct tape, but its picture was clear enough. A jumble of mismatched pillows and old army blankets formed a nest on the threadbare rug. Sarah, clutching her favorite plush rabbit in one hand, slipped onto the couch between Joel and Y/N, her little legs tucked under her. Joel balanced the bowl of popcorn on his knee and settled in.

“Okay, team,” Y/N announced, remote in hand. “Tonight’s feature presentation: Ghostbusters. I figured a little comedy scare is exactly what we need.” She winked at Sarah.

Sarah’s eyes lit up. “Slimer?”

“Slimer,” Joel confirmed, ruffling Sarah’s dark curls. “That goofy green guy.” He offered the popcorn to Sarah first, then to Y/N. Y/N handed him back the bowl. “Your turn, buddy.”

Y/N hit play. The iconic theme blared through the room, and Sarah bounced in excitement.

“Remember this one?” Joel asked Y/N quietly over the opening credits.

Y/N leaned back, shoulder brushing his. “You know it. My dad taped it off the cable channel when I was ten. Insisted I learn to laugh, no matter what.” She nudged Joel. “You ever catch my crazy VHS collection when you came over?”

“Every tape had skateboarding tricks on the inside cover,” Joel teased. “Bet you learned more skate moves than jokes.”

Y/N laughed. “True. But this one? Major comfort movie.”

Sarah yanked a handful of popcorn and offered it to Y/N. “Auntie Y/N?”

Y/N squeezed the popcorn between her fingers. “Thanks, kiddo.” She popped a piece into Sarah’s mouth, then her own. “So, Sarah,what part you most excited for?”

Sarah beamed. “When they catch Slimer in the library!” She leaned forward.

Joel nodded. “Classic.” He took a deep breath. “Hey, Y/N,thanks for coming tonight.”

Y/N draped her leg over Joel’s calf. “Wouldn’t miss it. It’s been too long since a proper hangout.” She pivoted toward Sarah. “And who could say no to movie night with the best four-year-old around?”

Sarah giggled and looked shyly at Joel. “Daddy, can Aunt Y/N sleep over?”

Joel exchanged a look with Y/N,an unspoken dance of “Do we?” She nodded, smiling. “Only if you promise to let me have the big pillow.”

“Deal,” Sarah chirped.

The three of them settled into the movie: Sarah between them, Y/N on Joel’s left, popcorn passed freely. Halfway through the first act, Joel rose.

“Refill on water and beer?” he called from the kitchen doorway.

Y/N waved him off. “I’m good. Thanks.”

He paused. “You sure? I can grab,”

“I’ve got it,” Y/N said, patting her water bottle at her side. “Enjoy, old man.” Then softer: “Tell me when Sarah needs a refill.”

He kissed Sarah’s head. “Gotcha.” He disappeared.

Y/N leaned close to Sarah. “Want to see Slimer or talk about school first?”

Sarah shrugged. “Slimer.”

“Copy that.” Y/N brushed Sarah’s hair from her face. “You doing okay with toilet training? I hear kindergarten’s rough.”

Sarah scrunched up her nose. “I miss my teacher.” Her voice wobbled.

Y/N softened. “Miss Mrs. Grant, huh?”

Sarah nodded. “She was funny.”

She cuddled into Y/N’s arm. Y/N looked over to the hallway where Joel’s footsteps approached. “You ready for a laugh, kiddo?”

Sarah forced a grin. “Ready.” Then a tiny hiccup of tears. “I miss Mrs. Grant.”

Y/N kissed her temple. “It’s okay to miss good people. But you’ve got me, Daddy,,and we’ve got Ghostbusters.” She nudged Sarah’s shoulder gently. “And popcorn.”

Sarah giggled again.

Good catch—that was a slip. Joel brings Y/N a glass of water, not a bowl. I’ve corrected it in the text: whenever he refills her drink, it’s with a glass of water. Thanks for spotting that!

“Thanks, Dad.” She took it happily.

Joel settled next to Y/N. “All set?”

“Perfect.” She nudged him. “Now, settle in before someone gets slimed.”

The movie rolled on. Sarah squealed at every jump-scare and laughed at every ghostly pratfall. Y/N and Joel traded commentary on effects, bad one-liners, and Bill Murray’s dry wit. Their banter was comfortable, decades-deep.

About forty minutes in, there was a knock at the front door,once, then again. Joel paused the movie. “Who on earth...?”

Y/N exchanged a glance. “Tommy?”

“Stay here.” Joel rose and walked to the door. He peered through the peephole and then cracked it open. Tommy stood crumpled against the frame, his jacket slashed, one arm hanging uselessly.

“Tommy? Jesus Christ.” Joel yanked the door wider. “What did you get into?”

“A bloaters’ nest,” Tommy wheezed, pressing his jacket. “Got too close.”

Joel ushered him in. “Let me see.” He grabbed Tommy’s arm. Tommy winced, but his eyes danced with mischief.

Y/N stood, gently guiding Sarah back. “Let him sit. He’s probably just shaken up.”

Sarah’s eyes widened. “Is he going to be okay?”

Y/N crouched to Sarah’s level. “He just needs a bandage. Like a big-boy scrape, remember?”

Sarah nodded slowly. “Okay.”

Tommy hobbled to the armchair by the window. Joel retrieved a first-aid kit and bottle of antiseptic from a shelf. Y/N perched beside Tommy. “Alright, what’s the real story?”

Tommy made a show of groaning. “I thought you two were having a secret movie night, so I… crashed.”

Tommy made a show of groaning. “I thought you two were having a secret movie night, so I… crashed.”  He held his side as if in agony. Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Secret movie night? With Joel and me?”

Joel slid in behind them. “You realize I’m part of this duo, right?”

Tommy straightened. “I saw you refill beers.” He shot Y/N a crooked grin. “You didn’t invite me.”

Y/N shrugged. “It wasn’t planned. Sarah wanted to ask you to come before bed, but,” She stabbed a piece of popcorn from her sleeve. “Well, bedtime happened.”

Sarah padded over to Tommy. “Uncle Tommy… are you really hurt?”

Tommy dangled his arm theatrically. “Very hurt.”

Sarah poked his arm. “It’s just a scratch.” She frowned. “Tommy, you’re weird.”

Tommy collapsed onto the chair with a laugh. “Guilty as charged.”

Joel, wiping Tommy’s cut with antiseptic, eased into the drama. “This isn’t a bloater bite, Tommy.”

Tommy closed his eyes. “I just… missed my friends.”

Y/N’s expression softened. “You could have said that.”

Joel smirked. “Here I was ready to patch you up for the end of days.”

Tommy shrugged. “End of days ain’t got nothing on missing movie nights.”

Y/N passed Sarah another handful of popcorn. “Come take a seat, Tommy. Join the madness.”

Tommy limped to stand,barely. Y/N offered him her arm. “Lean on me, grandpa.”

He chuckled and slid onto the couch between Y/N and Joel. Sarah squeezed between Tommy and Joel. The popcorn bowl circled back.

“Feeling better?” Joel asked, starting the movie again.

“Like a brand-new man,” Tommy said, cracking a smile.

Sarah leaned in close. “Tell me about your dog, Uncle Tommy.”

Tommy’s face warmed. “Scout? She was a mutt, half hound, half… no idea what. Smart as a whip.” He scratched Sarah’s head. “You’d love her.”

Sarah’s eyes shone. “Did she ever chase ghosts?”

Tommy laughed. “Not ghosts, but stray cats. She was ferocious.”

Y/N tucked Sarah’s rabbit closer. “No bloaters, though?”

Tommy made a face. “I wasn’t about to outrun one. But yeah,Scout would’ve taken it down if she could.”

They all settled in: the movie’s familiar jokes punctuating the quiet of Joel’s safehouse. Sarah sang along to the theme, Y/N nudged Joel at the best lines, and Tommy joined in the laughter,all of them comforted in each other’s company.

By the time the climax arrived,the towering Stay Puft Marshmallow Man rampaging through Manhattan,the room was a chorus of cheers and mock horror.

“Save the world, guys!” Sarah shouted.

Tommy held her breath. “They’ll do it.”

Joel brushed a loose curl from Sarah’s face. “We’ve already found our Marshmallow Man.”

Sarah giggled. “Who?”

Y/N tapped Joel’s shoulder. “You,giant flipper of pancakes.”

Joel pretended to glare. “Hey now, I make a mean flapjack.”

Tommy chimed in, pointing at Joel. “He’s talking your world-saving talk, kiddo.” He ruffled Sarah’s hair. “Your dad’s a hero.”

Sarah beamed at Joel. “You’re my hero, Daddy.”

Joel’s voice caught. “You’re mine, kid.”

They all settled back just as the credits began to roll. Sarah yawned, rubbing her eyes.

“Time for bed,” Joel whispered, scooping Sarah into his arms. He set the bowl of popcorn aside. “Auntie Y/N, can Sarah stay up for just five more minutes?”

Y/N shrugged with a smile. “Sure thing,five minutes.”

Sarah wiggled in Joel’s arms. “Tell me a story.”

Y/N hopped up. “I’ll take her upstairs. Dad, you want to crash here or head back out?”

Joel glanced at Tommy, already half-asleep on the couch. “I’ll claim the couch.” He turned to Y/N. “Thanks… for everything tonight.”

Y/N linked her arm through his. “Wouldn’t have missed it. You need me, I’m always here.”

Sarah’s small feet padded up the stairs with Y/N just behind. From below, Y/N called up, “What story, kiddo?”

Sarah’s muffled voice: “The one about the time we got snowed in.”

Tommy stirred, blinking. Joel folded into the couch beside him. Tommy whispered, “You think we’ll ever get snow again?”

Joel shrugged. “Maybe. But I’ll take nights like tonight over snowbanks any day.”

Tommy nodded. “Us too.”

They sat in quiet companionship, the glow of the paused credits dancing across their faces. Outside, the world remained unpredictable. Inside, they had popcorn, good friends, and the unbreakable bond of family,chosen and born both. And for now, that was everything.

[jacksonekennedy]

Alice insisted that it wasn’t true. Jack was going to have to help her understand just how incredible she was. She seemed to renege every compliment that Jack sent her way — out of humility, he knew, but it just … was so obvious that she was the most talented person in the world. Certainly the most talented writer. Couldn’t she see that?

Alice said something that almost made Jack laugh out loud. It seemed crazy … coming from him? Didn’t most people fucking hate politicians? Especially ones like Jack — with multiple houses and cars and who seemed to shirk responsibility at every turn in life? No. Alice had it all wrong. Jack was nothing compared to Alice.

Alice who could create worlds and new emotions with just a few sentences.

She reached over, grasped at his t-shirt. Jack held his breath because he could’ve dipped forward and kissed her hand so easily. Those perfect, delicate fingers that aided Alice in crafting the most beautiful sentences he’d ever heard.

Jack was still reeling, but the more time that passed, the more he seemed to be overflowing with things that he wanted to say to Alice. And his words wouldn’t be nearly as perfect as Alice’s — he understood that — but they’d be sincere.

So fucking sincere that it scared Jack.

Alice only seemed to be concerned with hoping that she got Jack right. That she’d seen him the right way.

“You’re the only person who’s ever seen me,” he blurted out. Once he started, he couldn’t stop.

“God. I might actually be insane — saying that out loud. Admitting that to someone that I just met. A reporter.”

Jack paused, shaking his head preemptively.

“I don’t mean that in a bad way. But. A reporter. You’re here to … I don’t know, write some stuff about my career. Maybe make people feel a little sorry for me. Or make them really hate me. That’s why you’re here.”

Jack was ranting and raving about a whole lot of nothing, but if he wasn’t allowing himself to kiss Alice, he had to fucking find something to do with his mouth, right?

“When I agreed to do this interview, I already knew how it was going to go. Whoever showed up would start asking me about gun legislation and public healthcare and why the Equality Act has never seemed to make it out of committee. Or — I don’t know. They’d grill me about my divorce. They’d push wherever it hurt. How did my marriage only last one year? What’s my relationship like with my father, who is a well known and outspoken conservative? And even though my team laid out some ground rules, ones that ensured that the reporter couldn’t ask about my arrest last December, they would anyway. They’d ask if I had a drinking problem. Or a drug problem. And I’d probably blow up and ruin the whole fucking thing anyway.”

“And instead, I get you.”

Jack scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. Because — how the fuck?

“Somehow, I get … you.”

Slowly, Jack pumped on the brakes. He slowed down a little. Caught his breath.

“I get you. And maybe you’ve written some stuff about my career, but you’ve also written … that.”

Jack scratched the back of his head, attempting to make sense of it all. No, this didn’t align somehow. If karma was a thing — no. Something was off. This couldn’t be real.

“And when you write something like that … it’s like you’re looking right into my skull somehow. Like you know everything I’ve ever thought or will think. And it’s fucking … terrifying.”

Jack exhaled. He hadn’t noticed that his hands were shaking, from how hard he’d clasped them together. He released before he couldn’t feel his fingers anymore. Hah. That’s what she did to him. Day three.

What would happen on day four?

“Not only are you the best writer in the world, but you might actually be the most powerful person in the world.”

Jack surged forward, a little terrified that his impulsivity had won over. No. He could stay in control here. This was too important. He pressed a hand to the side of Alice’s face. He stared. Scanned her features. The delicate arch of her eyebrows. The bluest, kindest eyes he’d ever seen. He didn’t dare look at her mouth.

“When you write like that,” Jack began, voice low and quiet, “it makes me feel … insane. It makes me feel so good. Powerful. Except — you could ask me to do anything right now, and I would.”

Resign from office? Done.

Buy her a new car? Okay, what else?

Walk into traffic? That’s it? 

Jack’s hand remained firmly at the side of Alice’s face, thumb brushing over her cheekbone.

"I almost want you to. Tell me to throw my life away. I will."

He seemed to like that— the bit, about New Mexico. Jack was even shameless enough to fucking nod as Alice spoke.

God.

It took everything within her not to laugh. But that would have been rewarding him! It was best not to acknowledge the behavior; Alice digs deep into herself in order to keep a serious face.

When she reads, it becomes a bit easier, as she's now very occupied with trying to read Jack's expression at the same time.

What was he thinking?

It was very personal, being written about. You had to confront the way you were seen by others— what if Jack didn't like or agree with Alice's perception of him?

She hoped he found it flattering.

She hoped when she spoke of him as quicksilver, kinetic, energetic, that Jack understood it came from a place of excitement, endearment, longing— that Jack and all his energy hit hard, hit Alice in just the right way to make her come alive.

The roar of the waterfall, his hand folded over hers as they danced, the gentle lapping of the pool against her abdomen and the brilliantly endless summer sky. That was all him. The kind of person who had been through so much, was dealing with so fucking much, and yet in the midst of it had invited Alice into his home— had trusted her, opened up to her, and gave so much.

Her gave her energy, inspiration, comfort, and most of all, he gave Alice a craving for more of it. More of him.

He gave Alice hunger and fuel in equal amount, and that confusing contradiction left her with no choice but to write; into the late hours, leg tucked up into her chest, on her phone, or laptop, sometimes on a folded piece of paper.

Alice inhales, and hopes she got it right. If her writing can give him anything, she hopes it's the feeling that Alice sees him.

'I think you’re the best writer in the world.'

Well— what?

What?

That couldn't be right. Alice blinks, as if that would somehow reveal what Jack actually said, but now he's looking at her with something soft, a look that she feels the need to wrap around and protect and covet close to her heart.

He looks so earnest and vulnerable and there and it's making the couch tilt beneath her.

"That— well, that's not true."

Alice huffs. A stunned smile spreads across her face, bewildered and affectionate.

"That's like another thing I've never heard before, and I think it's even crazier coming from you, you really have no idea how that makes me feel—"

She reaches forward, and grasps his shirt at his collarbone for a second, squeezes, still smiling in disbelief, feeling the secondary warmth of his skin. Alice releases, and laughs, drags her palm back over her hair.

Fuck. She felt dizzy. Not just that Jack liked the writing, but he thought this of her. Because the feelings in Alice's chest that already existed kept swelling to the surface, and it was impossible to keep them down, or keep track of them all. It felt mystifying and perfect all at once. There's a specific word that keeps rushing to the surface, like bubbles, and Alice is starting to be able to make the shape of it.

"I do hope I saw you the right way."

"I hope I saw you in a way that you liked. In the real way. Because— when I was writing all that, it was late, and. I don't know. I usually am okay with my writing just existing on it's own, separate from how others see it, but... this one is important. That I got it right. You."

[rocko-newjeans]

Lapis and Ein are a couple?

The possibilities are truly endless.

[kthologue]

the end times — gojo satoru

synopsis. gojo satoru thinks he’s going to die because you’re giving him the silent treatment. (aka your first big fight with gojo).

contents. hurt/comfort, ooc, lovesick!gojo, you give him the silent treatment and he goes crazy, he is so pathetic in this one, tw obsessive behavior (he makes it EVERYONE’S problem), gojo’s pov

notes. loosely inspired by that one scene from yakuza fiance. not proofread whats new

Gojo knows he’s screwed up the second he steps into the common area of Jujutsu Tech’s dormitory. The air feels thick, wrong. And then there’s you, curled up on the couch, a book open in your lap, but your eyes aren’t moving.

His grin falters for half a second before he masks it with his usual bravado. “I always knew you had a little freak in you, but reading your erotic books out in the open? Who knew my girl was such a perv.”

The joke usually earns him a laugh, a shove, maybe even a teasing retort. But tonight, the silence that follows is deafening.

The pit in his stomach grows.

“Sweetheart?” He tries again, waving a hand obnoxiously close to your face.

You finally react, swatting his hand away, but there’s no playfulness in the motion. Your eyes don't even meet his.

“You’re late,” you say flatly, still staring at your book. “Again.”

Gojo scoffs, irritation bubbling. Not at you, never at you, but at the damn book that’s getting more attention than him.

“Ah, you know how it is. Got held up in Kyoto,” he says with a shrug.

The words leave his mouth too easily. He doesn’t realize his mistake until you finally, finally look at him.

And it’s nothing like usual.

There’s no warmth in your gaze, no sparkle of amusement or exasperation. Instead, you pin him with a look so sharp it strips him bare, leaving nothing but the hollow weight in his chest.

“You missed our date.”

His breath catches. His throat goes dry. “I–”

“I’m not mad about that.”

Relief floods him too fast, too soon. His shoulders sag as he leans down, tilting his head for a well-earned kiss. “You’re the best. I swear, I’ll make it up to you.”

You pull away before he can touch you.

Gojo freezes.

“[Name]?”

You exhale sharply, shaking your head. “You know, it’s funny.”

There’s nothing funny about this moment.

His pulse thrums as you continue, voice eerily steady. “That your mission was in Kyoto. I mean, we have a whole sister school there, full of sorcerers ready to handle a first-grade threat. So why would they need you, specifically?”

His stomach drops.

He’s never been good at guilt, not when he’s spent his whole life believing he’s untouchable. But now, standing before you, unable to meet your eyes, it sits heavy in his gut.

And you don’t let up.

“Of course, I asked around. Thought maybe I was overthinking it.” A humorless scoff escapes you. “Imagine my surprise when I found out my boyfriend was too busy meeting with his future bride.”

Gojo’s mouth opens, but for the first time in his life, he doesn’t know what to say.

“That’s–” he starts, then stops because, shit, you’re staring at him like he’s a stranger. Like he’s someone you can’t trust. The realization makes his stomach churn.

“Oh, don’t stop on my account,” you say bitterly, arms crossing as you lean back into the couch. “I mean, I’d love to hear how you were going to explain this one, Gojo Satoru.”

Full name. That’s how he knows he’s really fucked up.

“It’s not–It’s not what you think,” he says quickly, voice unusually hoarse. His usual bravado, his charm, none of it is coming to him. He doesn’t even know where to start. “I wasn’t–I wasn’t hiding it. I just–”

“You just forgot to tell me that your clan is arranging a marriage for you?” you cut in sharply. “That slipped your mind?”

“No! Yes—Fuck, that’s not what I mean,” he groans, pushing a hand through his hair. He’s never felt like this before. Like he’s scrambling for footing on uneven ground. “I didn’t tell you because it didn’t matter, sweetheart. I wasn’t ever going to go through with it. You know that, right?”

You let out a short, humorless laugh. “Do I? I mean, Suguru seemed shocked when I didn’t know that these were recurring dates set by your clan.”

Gojo falters.

“You didn’t even think to tell me, Satoru,” you say, voice quieter now, but somehow even more devastating. “You didn’t think I deserved to know?”

His heart clenches. That’s not–God, that’s not what this is.

“Of course you deserve to know! But I—” he exhales sharply, trying to gather his words. “I just—Fuck, I thought it was stupid. I thought it wasn’t worth mentioning.”

You shake your head, looking almost tired now. “Right. Because I’m just supposed to assume you’d never go through with it. After your multiple dates with her. Because I’m supposed to read your mind, just like always.”

The weight of your words crashes into him, and Gojo suddenly realizes that this isn’t just about Kyoto. This isn’t just about one lie, one mistake. This is about every time he’s brushed things off, every time he’s let silence speak for him, every time he’s sat through those excruciating meetings, knowing he would never go through with it, but never once thinking about how it would feel for you to find out this way. This is about every time he’s expected you to just get him without him ever having to say a word.

This is about how, even after everything, you still don’t know how much he loves you.

And now, looking at you, Gojo is terrified that he’s already lost his chance to prove it.

“I’m going to sleep,” you stand up from your place on the couch. 

Gojo tries to follow you, “Listen, baby–”

“I don’t want to talk to you right now. I need some space.” you turn around to send him a teary glare and that stops him in his tracks. He had never seen you cry. And it tore him apart knowing that he was the cause. 

The sound of your door slamming echoes in Gojo’s mind. 

Gojo Satoru is the first one in class the next day.

He drums his fingers against the desk, restless in a way he can't explain, but he knows it has everything to do with the fact that he spent the entire night not sleeping. His mind was too busy replaying the way you had looked at him, no, the way you hadn’t looked at him.

He had left you alone and upset. He had made you feel like you were second to someone else. And worst of all, he hadn’t even realized it until it was too late.

“This must be a first.”

Gojo glances up as Suguru enters, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Gojo Satoru, on time? It must be the end times.”

He knows it’s a joke, but it might as well be the end times. Gojo doesn’t respond, just presses his lips into a thin line as he goes back to mentally reciting the apology speech he’s been revising in his head all night.

Then the shoji door slides open again.

You walk in with Shoko, your head tilted slightly as you whisper something to her, something he’ll never get to hear because you don’t so much as glance in his direction. Instead, you take a seat at the farthest desk, as if he isn’t even there.

A part of him withers away.

But Gojo Satoru isn’t one to give up.

If words won’t get your attention, he’ll just have to be Gojo Satoru about it. He leans back in his chair and stretches obnoxiously, before loudly exclaiming, “Yaga-sensei! Are those grey hairs from your recent divorce?”

He grins, waiting for the familiar sound of your laugh, for that little shake of your head, for you to scold him like always.

But you don’t even look at him.

Instead, he’s met with Geto and Shoko’s twin expressions of abject horror, and before he has a chance to register what’s happening–

BAM!

Yaga’s palm collides with his head, sending him face-first into his desk.

Even through the throbbing pain, he can only think about one thing.

You didn’t even react.

“And how exactly is she ignoring you?”

Shoko’s grumpy voice echoes through the morgue, where she’s been attempting to practice her technique. She’s clearly unimpressed that Gojo Satoru has decided to spam-call her instead of dealing with his own problems.

“She’s ignoring me, Shoko,” Gojo groans dramatically from the other side of the Jujutsu Tech campus, rubbing the fresh bump on his head as he stands in front of your door. “I’ve been knocking for an hour. She’s in there. I know she’s in there, but she won’t answer.”

“Maybe she finally got tired of your bullshit,” Shoko says dryly. “Honestly, I don’t know why it took her this long to hold you accountable. She’s let your bad behavior slide for way too long.”

“Why are we talking about me like I’m some kind of dog?!”

Shoko ignores him.

“From the sound of it, you really messed up. I mean, who keeps a marriage a secret from their girlfriend?” She pauses, then adds with a smirk in her voice, “Oh, right. You.”

Gojo groans, pressing his forehead against your door. “You and I both know that’s not what happened. But she doesn’t. And she won’t even give me the time of day to explain.”

Shoko sighs. “Give her time to cool down.”

“And what, let her decide she wants to run off and marry some other guy? Move to a cute little beach town in Enoshima, start a family, have three kids, and leave all Jujutsu sorcery behind?”

There’s a long pause before Shoko makes a disgusted sound. “O-oi. Keep your weirdly detailed fantasies to yourself.”

“I’m just being realistic,” he insists, clutching his flip phone dramatically.

Shoko promptly hangs up on him.

Gojo stares at the device for a moment before slowly lowering it, exhaling hard.

Then he rests his head against your door again, defeated.

But Gojo Satoru was never one to admit defeat, so he tries again. He returns to your door the very next morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed.

“[Name]!” he chirps. “I bought us some parfait! Let’s talk things over, yeah?”

Silence.

Not even the sound of movement.

But Gojo Satoru is not easily discouraged.

So Gojo Satoru comes again the next morning.

“[Name]!” he knocks again, this time balancing a slice of strawberry cake in one hand. “This is all my fault, so come out and let me apologize properly!”

Nothing.

Gojo sighs, leaning against the doorframe, about to knock again when—

Your phone rings.

His breath catches as he presses his ear to the wood.

“Hi, Suguru?”

His heart stops.

“Yeah, we’re still on for the movie. I’m just about to leave right now.”

For the first time in his life, Gojo Satoru understands what people mean when they say they feel like they’ve been punched in the gut.

Because you’re going to Suguru.

You’re not just ignoring him, you’re choosing someone else.

His fingers twitch at his sides as a feeling he doesn’t like at all creeps into his chest. It’s something ugly, something unfamiliar. Something that feels a lot like jealousy. Was that how you felt?

He wants to knock again, wants to demand that you open the door, look at him, let him fix this before you walk away from him any further.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he presses his lips into a thin line, shoves his hands into his pockets, and forces himself to step away from your door.

Forces himself to give you the space you deserved.

You don’t know why you relent so easily.

You shouldn’t. Not after the way he lied, the way he kept something so important from you.

And yet, when you hear him pacing outside your door, his nervous energy practically seeping through the walls, you feel something crack.

He’s been outside your room for the nth time this week. Every day, like clockwork, he’s knocked. Brought your favorite snacks. Talked to you through the door, filling the silence with his ridiculous banter, even when you refused to answer.

You squeeze your eyes shut, gripping your blanket a little tighter. You should stay angry. But you can't.

You sigh, pressing your forehead to your knee.

Maybe it’s time to stop punishing the both of you.

With a deep breath, you stand, crossing the room to the door. When you open it, Gojo nearly stumbles forward, mid-step in his pacing.

His eyes snap to yours, wide and filled with so much desperate hope it makes your chest ache.

And the way his face lights up like you’ve just handed him the entire world tells you that, maybe, you were never going to be able to stay mad at him forever.

But you’re here, leaning on your door frame with your arms crossed, your nails digging into your skin as you glare at the man who has spent the last ten minutes tripping over his words, looking wrecked in a way you’ve never seen before. His hair is messier than usual, lips are parted like he wants to say something, anything, but he doesn’t know where to start.

Finally, you scoff, breaking the silence. “If you don’t have anything to say, I’m going back into my room.”

“No!,” Gojo steps forward instinctively, like he’s afraid you’ll slip through his fingers. And after everything, he is. “I screwed up.”

You give him a deadpan look. “Oh, really?”

He groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Okay, yeah, I really fucked up.”

Silence.

You should say something. You should demand an explanation, yell, maybe even cry, but you’re so tired. You’ve spent days twisting yourself into knots over this, convincing yourself you never meant as much to him as he did to you.

And then Gojo says it.

“I should’ve told you.” His voice is hoarse. “I should have told you after the first meeting. After the first second they brought it up.” He swallows hard. “But I was stupid. I thought if I ignored it, if I went through the motions, if I waited for the right moment… then it wouldn’t matter. That it would be over before you ever had to know.”

You shake your head, letting out a hollow laugh. “Satoru, do you even hear yourself? Do you get what it was like for me to find out from someone else? To hear that the person I–” you cut yourself off, but the damage is done. You see it in the way his breath hitches, in the way his fingers twitch at his sides, like he wants to reach for you.

“The person you what?” he asks softly, pleading.

You clench your jaw. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter.”

Your shake your head. “You lied to me.”

“I know,” he says, and the sheer brokenness in his voice makes your throat tighten. “I know, sweetheart. And I swear to you that I never meant to. I never wanted to hurt you.” he exhales shakily, rubbing the back of his neck. “I swear on everything, I was never going to go through with it. I never even showed up to any of the dates, so they kept ambushing me under the guise of missions! I sat through every single one of those goddamn meetings thinking about how ridiculous it was, how there was only ever one person I wanted.”

He stops himself, inhaling sharply.

And then, quieter, almost afraid:

“How there’s only ever you.”

The words hit you like a fist to the chest.

Gojo watches you carefully, breathless, waiting. Hoping. He’s given you the truth, raw and unfiltered, and now it’s up to you.

And maybe it’s the exhaustion, maybe it’s the way he looks at you like you’re the most important thing in his world that makes you believe him.

For the first time in a week, your lips find his, and Gojo swears he can finally breathe again. The warmth of your palm against his cheek, the way your fingers curl slightly as if grounding yourself in him. It’s enough to make him melt.

"You’re so insufferably cheesy, Satoru," you murmur against his lips, your breath warm, teasing. "It makes me so angry that I love it." A pause, a soft exhale. "But I forgive you."

His grin is instant, smug and shameless. "That was good, huh?" He tilts his head, cerulean eyes twinkling. "I’m willing to bet your heart skipped a beat."

You roll your eyes, but you kiss him again, slower this time, because, damn it, he’s right.

extra!

“I demand some extra loving!” Satoru sprawls dramatically across your bed, limbs hanging off the edge like a defeated king.

You barely spare him a glance, flipping a page in your book as you lie comfortably on your stomach. “And why, exactly, do you deserve that?”

He lifts his head, pouting. “I deserve it after a week’s worth of psychological trauma. Don’t think I forgot that you ditched me for Suguru.”

“Oh… that.”

“Yeah. That.” His voice is thick with exaggerated betrayal.

You finally look at him, a smirk tugging at your lips. “It was a fake phone call, Satoru. You were just so insufferable camping outside my door that I had to make up an excuse.”

His jaw drops. “Huh?!”

[eraserbread]

you love your husband, nanami, he loves you more.

he tells you so everyday. when he wakes up next to you, in the shower you share before work, over his morning coffee, as he’s fixing his tie, and as soon as his left foot leaves the front door. he makes sure you know you’re loved.

because, love is all he ever wants from you, too.

it’s hard being the only one of his colleagues that have a pretty little home to drag to every night, fitted with a pretty little housewife who’d polish his shoes if he asked. the only thing is, he’d never ask. you’re far too pretty and perfect to be on your knees in vain. and, if you are, it’s with him buried to the hilt.

the first thing he tells you when he walks in from work is, of course, “darling, i love you.”

you would smile bashfully and love him back with a kiss on the cheek.

then, he’d carry you to the bedroom and bury you full of his cock. all eight-something inches like it was nothing. and, it was nothing for you. he fucks you like this every night.

tonight, though, was different. there was a certain vigor behind his tight hips — a tension between his shoulders as he held you face down, ass up. his large hands swallow your waist whole, and he’s actually vocal tonight.

his grunts are mean and loud and so delicious. he’s combing out your name through them, telling you how perfect and spongy your insides are. how he wants to bury a baby inside of you and how marriage was never enough for him. being inside you wasn’t enough. he needed you. just you.

fuck, fuck, fuck he was going crazy.

“nana…nanami,” you moan obscenely, cursing when his cock hits that perfect left angle. drool drips from your lips into your once pristine bed and only one round in, you can tell you’re fucked. he’d need at least two rounds before his tension dissipated into exhaustion and he can go to sleep.

“talk to me, what’s wrong?” you manage between each thrust, biting your lip and pressing your forehead to the pillow.

“it’s two hours past my contract time.” he answers in thick, staccato bursts, driving his hips impossibly deeper every time you scoot away from him. “two hours that could have been spent with…” he stops himself, swallowing a gob of want so he can think straight.

he’s taking you so passionately, that his fingertips bloom red against your flesh.

“mphh, kentooo,”

“you know how pissed it makes me when they steal my time from you?”

“tell me, kento.”

“makes me want to say fuck the humans. fuck the righteousness of it all. makes me goddamn sick.”

nanami doesn’t cuss much, but when he does it shocks and dirties you. however, it’s so fucking attractive. you love watching your wound-tight husband come undone with one glance at you.

“love when you lie and tell me everything’s gonna be okay.” he mutters, suddenly soft. his lips are at the base of your neck as he leans over you. rutting hips and soft breaths back the moment, but all you can focus on is him. the soft beat of his heart and the stiffness of his muscles.

if he knows you’re lying, it’s okay. why should you stop now?

“i wanna save you.” you cry, carried by the sound of his lips all over your neck and back. it’s so sweet you could die. “i can be whatever you need me to be, just let me save you.”

“god. you’re perfect. i love you, you’re so perfect.” with his lips on your neck, you finally cum, and you two have it down to a science, now. his thrusts become sloppy, and that’s your sign to finally unravel.

he turns your head with two fingers pressed to your chin, kissing you as he carries you through your orgasm. it’s only when he knows you’re satisfied, that he bites your lip and finishes deep inside of you.

“darling, my darling. ‘m yours.”

[reignpage]

College student!Sukuna

1:03am: first kiss

sukuna in the modern world, as a college student, would be such a fuckboy. that is a fact. he would have been messing around with anyone and everyone because he never held people in high regards, viewed them as pawns for his entertainment and pleasure. in and out of girls’ beds, never letting them stay in his, no cuddles, no kisses, no dates, no promises of tomorrow. he didn’t believe in love, never envied his pussy-whipped friends, never entertained the notion of being devoted to one girl.

until you.

his first real girlfriend. 

you would have been friends for a while before dating, fighting the pull between you, that sizzling tension hidden behind snarky comments and playful insults. all your friends had bets going on, agreements on who would hold out longer (you, just about), who would cave first (sukuna much to his annoyance). 

he saw some guy chatting you up at a party, hand on your waist and a sleazy smile directed at you. oh, he did not like that. not at all. the pink-haired man shoved him off with far too much strength and dragged you away, ignoring the amused stares of your friends and your confused complaints. 

there, in the blanket of the night, pinned to the side of the frat house, you banged your fist against his chest, pouting in that adorable way he had grown so fond of. perhaps that was why he always pushed your buttons so often, incessantly, and continued to do so well into your relationship. couldn’t get enough of your whining and the way you’d drag his name out like a petulant child.

"sukunaaaaaa, what the hell is wrong with you!”

he kissed you. 

the man tasted like cheap beer and nicotine, of late-night drives, basketball matches, pizza parties with the gang, of drawn-out teasing, inside jokes, prodding of sore spots and flicking of foreheads. he felt strong and sturdy under your hands as he pressed himself closer, it reminded you of the shoulder he’d begrudgingly lend you to cry on, of rough calluses of his palms as he pulled you to him in thick crowds, and that one night you never spoke about, when you had woken up in his bed after pulling an all-nighter for an exam, your face buried in his chest and his hand cradling your head. 

“you drive me crazy, y’know that?” he whispered against your lips with a frustration you never knew he felt. 

it turned out, as sukuna would reluctantly confess after hours of badgering from you, he had wanted you since the first day he met you and had loved you far longer than he ever wanted to let on. 

[shroomyv]

ᢉ𐭩-FERAL + DESPERATE MARK

Pairing: mark Grayson X f!reader

W.c: 1.8k (whoopsie)

Synopsis: mark gets back from a mission bruised and beaten. He couldn’t care about that one little bit. However he does care about you a bit more than usual today.

Warnings: dry humping, clothe ripping, mentions of bruises, cream pies (author got a lil to crazy/lost in their own mind)

A/n: ok so this is my second fanfic here. I’m gonna be real…I got VERY lost in my own mind while writing this one 😭 it may be a little bad so I’m honestly so fucking sorry if it is and it’s ok if you don’t even wanna read it. I’m also gonna start taking request so I can start writing more and getting better at writing so just request smtn if ya want. Anyway I’m done yapping. Hope you enjoy this shitty fic.

It was late afternoon—soon getting ready to become evening and Mark still wasn’t back yet from another mission. Today was your day off, it was supposed to be his too but Cecil called him in once again. You honestly wished Cecil would justcall you in instead. As you reach for your phone to call Mark you hear a knock on the window—knowing it's Mark, you dash to open it as he rolls into the house. He just face plants into the living room floor laying there as he looks beaten and bruised, the entire upper half of his suit isn’t even there and the lower half was ripped and hanging on by threads. You kneel down to the floor to try and see his face but he’s just curled into himself. 

“Mark…you ok baby?” You ask softly waiting for a response but he just stays there. You sigh knowing it would be a long night of patching him up so you go to grab the first aid kit. He never tended to himself, you knew you had to take care of him or he’d never heal. Eventually, you make your way back into the living room and Mark isn’t there. “Mark?” You called out just a bit worried now since he usually was never like this. Next thing you know his body was looming behind you, his head curled in-between your neck and arms wrapped around you like he was going to pop you. “Oh god…I missed you…so much..” Mark said in a famished tone as he began huffing the perfume on your neck like he needed it to breathe. You couldn’t figure out what was going on with him but whatever it was you liked it. “Mark, are you gonna let me patch you up? I don’t want you bruised up forever.” 

His hands moved all around you and your torso till he found your waist again wrapping his arms around it to hold you. He spoke muffled—keeping his face in your neck as if stopping would kill both of you. “Mmsure..”

Mark was latched onto you like Velcro and eventually let go. Sitting on the floor across from each other as you softly touched his chest pressing and applying bandages on each different bruise. Mark couldn’t stop leaning into the touch. The more you pressed the more he grunted and groaned. It was honestly starting to get to you, you’d never seen him like this but you liked it. You scoot closer in front of him holding up his chin while placing more bandages on his chest. This time…he whimpers.

“Oh fuck…” he whimpered out leaning into your hand more. His body was hot and warm as if he had a fever. Whatever happened on that mission changed his behavior and you didn’t mind it one bit. “Almost done Mark, don’t worry.” You said trying to keep your composure as you were honestly ready to fold for him. He was like a puppy and you were intrigued. You scooted closer to him—sitting on his lap as you placed the last bandage on his face. He was losing his mind, you were in just a tank top and panties—reeking of his favorite perfume. He was fighting for his life trying to hold back fucking the life out of you. Eventually, he just had to have you, grabbing your back to pull you as close as he could before he started sloppy kissing you. 

It felt amazing. Eventually, he let go—he needed you off his lap giving you a small push. You held yourself up on the floor with your elbows as you were laid out on your back. You just looked down and saw him latched onto your leg. He was absolutely feral, slobbing on your thigh as if he had been famished. You felt friction on your leg, moving back and forth up and down. “God, baby please, don’t move.” Mark cooed out as he began dry humping your leg and sucking on your stomach. You felt like your mind was twisting and turning, seeing him like this was an absolute turn-on. He was so desperate for you it was perfect. “Fu- mgnh..fuck baby.” He whimpered out struggling as he just kept crazy on your leg. It was like he couldn’t stop. He just kept going and going as you stared in complete fucking awe

feeling yourself grow wet because of his behavior. 

You reached your hand to his head rubbing his hair softly as this just made him go faster and faster. He was doing all of this whilst he was still in a ruined suit. You didn’t want to have him ruin the suit worse but you also didn’t want to stop him. “Mark…your suit is still-“ you were cut off quickly as Mark reached one of his arms down ripping off his suit and boxers along with it. So much for fixing the suit. 

He just kept going now, there was no fabric stopping him now. “Oh shit…I’m..ngh…mngonna…” he was struggling to even speak between moans as he softly bit into your stomach before cumming over your leg. Your eyes shot open as you were astonished at what just happened. Before you could even process he pulled you closer as he had both of you mashed together. 

Mark spoke in a breathy tone, “I need you to…take off..” 

“Take off what?” You were trying to figure out what he needed, it was honestly a struggle since he was barely speaking in complete sentences and you were trying to deal with not only his arousal but now yours as well. Before you could figure out what he needed, his hands grabbed at your panties ripping them off of you with ease. You felt like you were going tomelt into the floor before he eventually picked you up with ease throwing you over his shoulder. He practically flew into the bedroom putting you on the bed before getting on top of you. He began kissing you sloppily once more as if he was starved for your lips.

“Ngh..m..” you both moaned into each other's mouth muffled only letting go of each other's lips when you felt like you were gonna suffocate and needed air. “I need…more of you” Mark huffed out sucking on your neck now as you were absolutely turned on now.

He didn’t waste another second, tossing your legs over his shoulders as he leaned down closer. You know exactly what was coming next. He had dived his head down between your legs licking at your pussy like it was a 5-star meal. Your legs shot up before rising right back down as he kept going. He switched between plunging his tongue in your hole and sucking on your clit. You were melting in his mouth and that didn’t stop him at all. He moved his hand towards your entrance moving two fingers inside as he kept sucking at your clit. 

“MARK!” You shouted out in pure ecstasy as your hands leaped to his head grabbing onto his hair for dear life. He didn’tmind it one bit honestly—it showed him he was doing good. “I ngcan..eep…it up” he spoke with a mouthful of your pussy as he started sucking harder and going faster with his finger. You felt like you were about to pop just from this as your toes curled and legs shot up once again. You finally came feeling greedy for more. You hadn’t even realized you had his face pressed down in your cunt until you eventually let go of his hair watching his head rise. His face was covered in your cum before he licked it off as best as he could.

He didn’t waste a single drop.

“M…mark..” you said in an exasperated tone trying to get your breath back from what he just did. Before you could get a chance he pulled you up into his lap as he just began smashing his lips into yours again. You felt like your head was spinning, it didn’t even feel real for a second. 

“Baby…I need you to get on my cock.” Mark said tapping your ass softly to have you lift up. He just needed you to get on it and he’d do the rest. “Can’t you just do it for me?” You said in a sly tone trying to see how far he’d go for you in his moments of desperation. He didn’t waste a second grabbing you up and having you face him. He lifted you up as quickly as he could before having you slide down on his cock as slow as he could make it happen. You could feel him already twitching inside of you as your arms wrapped around his shoulder for support. He went from sitting up with you on top of him—to laying down with him over you in a meer seconds. He began ramming himself into you relentlessly.

He couldn’t hold back. He needed you so badly. He wanted to fill you up until you popped. You were starting to zone out already. The only thing you could pay attention to was his face—he still looked so fucking perfect to you even though he was fucking your brains out. “Oh mark…oh fuck..” you cooed out as he was balls deep in you now. Your legs wrapped around his back holding on for dear life as you felt your walls clench around him before you finally came. He eventually followed suit, cumming right after you but he just took a few seconds to breathe before he kept going. “Last one baby…last one.” He said in a pleased tone as he kept pumping into you. You felt like you had fireworks in your gut as you began to groan.

“Mark…I can’t….cum anymore. I can’t ngh-“

“Can’t do it” you whimper out as he kept going. 

“Aww don’t say that…I know you can…I’ve seen you do it before. Cmon baby…Ngh…last one…”

You couldn’t deny him the pleasure and it felt even better than the first round. In and out, in and out, over and over as he made sure he hit all the right spots. Your nails began digging into his upper back as he knew he was doing something right. He kept pumping into you faster and faster and your legs just grew tighter around him. 

“Fngh…fuck! Baby…almost..” Mark was struggling to hold on and eventually he popped. He came inside of you once again and you followed right after. He kept his cock in for a few seconds giving you a cream pie, he let his cock do one more twitch before pulling himself out of you. You were absolutely exhausted—watching as the cum leaked out of your pussy as if you were a faucet. Mark just smiled at you as if he didn’t just break a sweat.  

“M…mark.” You called out his name gently struggling to keep your eyes open as he had practically fucked you to sleep. He scooted closer to you holding you in his arms before speaking to you softly. “Relax, just sleep I’m here. Besides, I’ll be here tomorrow—it’s my turn to take care of you.”

You liked the sound of that.

[blythesarchives]

Manhandle. | L.H

summary: Feral-ish Logan is obsessed with you.

warnings: Smut | 18+ MDNI | Porn no plot | Soft dom!Logan | PiV | Unprotected sex | Swearing | Light degrading | Dirty talk | Cunnilingus | Aftercare

a/n: I will die on the hill that Logan loves his partners a little chubby. Idc. I didn't have the patience to edit this ignore mistakes pleaseee. Reposted after deleting, reprised a little bit but I didn't bother to edit it so ignore mistakes. ;; wc: 2.4k

Logan cannot stand you for one reason and one reason alone: You drive him crazy.

Why the fuck are you so soft? Why do your hips sway so much? Why are you so doe eyed and sweet smelling?

His cock twitches in his pants as he sees you talking to another mutant. Fuck. He doesn't like it. He wants you for himself. He needs you for himself.

That's exactly what he does.

He grabs you and tugs you along, you of course go with him, being so sweet and naïve...when you're alone, he practically rips your clothes off. He normally would tease and play with you more, but he can't help himself. He's too eager, his patience is diminished.

Your soft gasp when he tore the fabric from your body made his balls grow heavy and a low growl rumble out of him. You were beautiful to him, your body drove him crazy. He felt hotter than normal, like he was going to die if he didn't have you. You made the most pathetic sound when his hand pushed between your legs and felt your soft folds, his calloused fingertips finding that sweet little pearl. "Fuckin' wet for me...from rippin' y'r clothes off, huh? You like it like this? Bein' manhandled?"

You felt your face heat up and your legs trembled, threatening to give out at any second. You stammered, unable to come up with a solid reply as you pathetically tried while his thick fingers explored your folds confidently. They prodded your entrance, making you tense a bit.

"Y'r tight, my damn finger has a hard time gettin' in here...how are you gonna handle my cock, princess?" he grabbed your face with his free hand, tilting your head up as he kissed you. His lips were warm, the taste of cigar and whiskey on them, a hint of salt and jerky. You melted into his kiss, even though he was claiming you this way. His tongue pushed into your mouth, invading you and exploring every inch as if he owned you. His teeth gently bit your bottom lip, he didn't want to overwhelm you too much, not yet anyway.

"That's it...whimperin' for me...you love this, I can tell by how wet you are. Can't imagine my cock in there...it's so tiny...have you ever been fucked before?" he grunts deeply in your ear, the sound making your entire body react as you shake. Your nipples erect and feeling stimulated by the fabric of his shirt as he stands close enough to rub against you.

"Logan...I...mmn, I have I just...-"

"You've never been with me baby, I'll show ya what a real man can do. I know when y'r fakin' too, you won't have to do that with me." He chuckled, his hand moving away from your dripping core and he grabbed your plush hips, lifting you up while his hands massages and groped the meat of your ass and thighs. "Goddamn...these things..." He threw you onto his bed, his hand on your belly for a moment, kneading you.

"Logan-!"

"I gotcha...just let me take care of you..." Logan's voice was gentle, but he sounded slightly condescending as he spoke to you, the clear teasing undertone made you whimper in response. His hands pawed at you like a man who had seen a naked woman for the first time, on your breasts, sides, hips. Hs grabbed your thighs again, eagerly holding onto your flesh and spreading your legs apart for him. "Such a fat cunt you have, looks comfy, you'll treat my dick well won't you, sweet thing? Perfect little home for it...that's where it belongs isn't it? You're lost without my dick in you."

You squirmed below him, feeling vulnerable and exposed as he held you down. You couldn't deny how hot your pussy felt, you wanted to demand for him to stick it in, to just fuck you into the mattress, but you also didn't want to admit it, playing the game a bit. Besides, Logan was clearly enjoying how you were acting, so you kept it up.

"Ah...please..." You begged lightly, your legs falling limp and allowing him to open them wider. You felt so horny by now, Logan had a way of bringing it out of you. Your core felt like it was on fire, and you needed his touch more than air.

He placed open mouth kisses on your inner thighs, his teeth grazing the thin skin and biting your flesh teasingly. You could feel the slick, warm muscle of his tongue barely touch your sensitive skin as he continued to knowingly tease you. After his painfully slow movements, he finally got to your center, his pupils blown like he was on drugs.

Logan growled deeply, exhaling through slightly parted lips as his hands came around and held your thighs tightly. His head lowered, nose nudged your clit as this man took a deep inhale of your sex. Your face heated immediately, suddenly feeling embarrassed he was smelling you so intensely. His nose buried, your wetness covering it as he investigated further into you until he was satisfied memorizing your scent.

When he pulled up, he barely pulled away for you to say something about his little display and his lips latched onto your clit, knowing exactly where it was after mapping out your cunt mentally. He was torn between making you squirm and beg, or just taking what he wanted. You were intoxicating to him, he hadn't felt his cock throbbing to painfully before, patience was not an option right now.

You made the sweetest sound for him when his encased your clit in his mouth, his lips securing around that pretty pearl and he lightly sucked on it. His firm hands held you still while you naturally squirmed around from the stimulation, keeping you down even when you tried to buck into his mouth more. Logan pulled back enough for his breath to warm your swollen bud, and he grunted, "Stay still. You don't get to move. I'll make you cum, I'll decide when you've had enough."

The tiny whimper that left your trembling lips was enough encouragement, but he wanted to push a little more. So, the smug bastard leaned up and over you, glaring down, his wet lips shining against the dull light of the room peering through his always drawn curtains. Still, when the warm sunlight did peek through, he looked gorgeous.

"Say it. Say you understand."

"I...I understand..." you swallowed the thick lump in your throat, not realizing how tight it felt until you spoke again. He smirked down at you, his eyes raking over your form and he let his hands knead your body a bit more. "So soft...perfect for me. I can really throw you around hm? You can take it..." he groaned as he felt your body, his hands moving up to your breasts and holding them, massaging and pinching your nipples like an eager virgin.

Logan moved down again, his mouth drooled as he took your clit once more, his tongue lapping and teasing the bud before dipping inside your entrance. He tasted you, groaning like an animal at your taste as his tongue went deeper. You hooked your leg around his shoulder and pulled him closer, finding a loophole in keeping your hips still.

Luckily for you, he enjoyed it enough to allow it.

"Stop squirmin' princess...I've almost gotcha ready." He continued to work your pussy until he felt like you were ready enough. He pulled away and licked his lips, "Now...open those pretty lips." he swiped his fingers over your folds and then held them to your pouty face. "You're such a dirty girl...doing everything I say, aren't you?"

He lightly spanked your pussy, then pressed his dick into your folds and rubbed to slicken himself. When did he take his pants off?

You were interrupted when his fat head poked your entrance, forcing you to stretch out around the soft flesh and allow him in. You mewled desperately, the burn of it was so addicting. "Lo...Logan..!"

"Shh, sh, you can take it." he whispered and pushed until his head popped inside. You gasped, just his head made you feel dizzy. And he kept going.

Inch after inch.

You were squirming and crying softly, he was so big, ugh it felt amazing but overwhelming all at once. "L-Lo..Logan, I..aah," you blabbered, his thumbs swiped your temples as he chuckled down at you, his body keeping you warm. He pressed his scruffy cheek into yours so he could whisper to you while his hips rocked against you, his wet head smacking gentle, sloppy kisses to your swollen cervix.

"Shh, good girl, gooood girl," he praised you in a low, soothing tone, his voice contradicting what his body was doing to you. You felt like you were on fire, pleasure was shooting through every inch of you while that delightful burn remained as strong as ever. "Y'r doin' good...so good. Takin' all of me inside ya...knew you could."

Logan's hips moved faster inside you, driving himself in and out at a much better pace for the both of you. He held your legs up and watched himself move in and out of you, admiring the beautiful arousal that coated into his curls. He deliberately made slow, long thrusts so you could feel the mold of his cock perfectly.

Every vein, the spongy head, how his cock formed your velvet walls and made you adjust.

It was everything you could've wanted from him.

While you memorized the shape of his dick, he suddenly threw your legs around his waist and he leaned over you, causing your hips to come up and off the bed a little. He began to drive himself inside at an animalistic, rough pace while he held you. His teeth bared as he let out the deepest snarl you ever heard from him. "You make me fuckin' wild, baby...look what y'r doin'...I'm actin' like how I should. A fuckin' animal."

You sobbed lightly from the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you, his cock hitting that delicious spongy spot inside that made you see stars. "Logan!! M'gonna cum...!" you cried, your fists balling the sheets by your head as you let out all your little sounds you tried to hide.

There was no reason to hide them anymore, honestly.

He kept going just as he was, knowing his movements and pace were perfect for you. "That's it...yeah baby, cum on my cock, show me how much you like it, milk my cock." Logan held your hips firm, his fingers dug into your flesh as he focused on his thrusts, driving deeper and deeper.

You finally let out a strangled cry, your vision blurring as your body released around him, clamping down on his dick like a vice and almost messing up his rhythm. Logan hissed, "G-goddamn-"

"I'm cumming, fuck! Don't stop, keep going, keep fucking me!" you screamed desperately, reaching you and clawing his shoulder blades, your hips rocking against his thrusts as your mind just focused on riding out your orgasm for as long as possible. He moved with you until he finally let loose, one single thrust in and his cock swelled and exploded against your pretty cervix, spraying his cum inside and filling up your little hole. He dripped out of you as he continued to fill you up, cum squeezing past his cock plugging your pussy, but the sheer amount of it couldn't be contained completely.

Logan's chest rose and fell quickly, his skin in a thin sheen from sweat, as was yours, and you both stilled as you regained your breaths together. You were in a complete daze, your mind foggy from pleasure and good hormones, his dick still buried inside you and felt so right.

"Good girl...fuck, my girl." he grumbled and nudged your head to the side with his own, kissing your jaw. "Did so well...down we go, easy," he lowered your legs while speaking to you gently, pulling himself from your body and watching as his cum flowed out of you. You whined at the absence of him, he just tsked and shushed you.

"Ah, don't give me that...we have to get you cleaned up. Be good for me, and I'll make sure you're nice and cozy after." Logan chuckled at your dazed expression, lifting you up a bit and smirking at how you whined into him.

"Logan....noo, just a little longer..." You pleaded lightly, trying your best to convince him, but he was not going to give in. Instead he picked you up with ease, your weight didn't bother him in the slightest, and he carried you to the bathroom.

"Clean first, then we can lay all you want." He set you down in the bathroom, knowing you were very exhausted by now and most likely coming down from your orgasm high, so he made the clean up quick. His touches were gentle, carefully washing the rag over your body and between your legs, getting all the sticky cum washed away. He stood behind you and kissed the nape of your neck, giving you goosebumps even under the hot water. "Doin' good for me...keep it up, we're almost done princess..."

When you were finally finished, you were so relieved to lay on the clean bed. Your body was much more worn out than you thought, before you collapsed, your legs trembled and almost refused to hold you up. You snuggled into the sheets, smelling heavily of Logan plus a hint of the earthy cologne he rarely wears.

He joined you a few minutes later, his strong arms wrapped around you and held you close. His hand slowly caressed up and down your side, gently squeezing and massaging you. His presence and the tiredness hit you after cleaning, and the drop of hormones made you want to sleep. Your body turned towards him, your face burying in his chest as you let out a shaky breath.

"Easy...I gotcha...sleepy girl. Go on and take a nap, I'll stick with ya until you wake...promise." He kissed the crown of your head and held you firmly against him, knowing you were going to fall asleep any second. You drove him so wild but he also felt a strong need for you in other ways. He wanted you for himself in every shape and form, you were so beautiful, and he would make sure you believed it and saw yourself as he did.

If he couldn't convince you with words, well...he can always fuck you again and make you see.

Thanks for reading - em 🌿

Dividers by @/strangergraphics | Images found on Pinterest

[thetriumvirate]

Please… Move… The pleading wasn’t going unnoticed. Smoke was grinning, almost predatorily so, at how amazing the sound of his little kitten was when craved for more. Yes, he could share Nero with Lars. A nice little reward for him being such a good boy. Not to mention that it was the perfect way to ensure that Charon would remain addicted to him, despite having someone else fuck him at the same time. The goal was simple: other than pleasure, Alistair truly wanted to shatter any and all illusions that Nero would have that he would ever have as much pleasure with someone else as he did with him. Smoke didn’t care if Nero was bent over by someone or bred like the filthy little slut he was. He could be painted white and be used as everyone’s cum dumpster for all he cared – as long as he came crawling to him. As long as Nero would be fully aware – without question – that the one man who could please him the way he wanted and deserved was him. Not Lars, not whoever Nero had set his sights on. He was it for him. The best fucking dick in the whole of Atlantis, no matter how many cocks he would take.

”Jesus fuck.” Lars closed his eyes and held on tight to both Charon and Smoke, resting his forehead against Nero’s shoulder as he allowed himself to feel. To feel not just his aching cock throbbing inside the other man, but also feel Smoke pulsing right there next to him. Every little clench coming from the Fortitude agent was bound to make him go crazy – but as much as he wanted to just take them both to Pound Town, Prometheus never wanted to break a potential toy on the first go. Give Nero time to adjust. Give his greedy hole time to fully feel both of them inside him. Make him wonder which one of them would move first and start giving him what he craved the most. “He’s so tight…” With a half-chuckle, Lars leans over Nero’s shoulder to kiss him on the cheek before Alistair’s lips are upon him. Kissing him in a way that made his legs buckle, kissing him in a way that made him want to lose his breath in the process. “If I didn’t have this band on my wrist…” But that only meant that they could do this all over again back at the resort. And he wouldn’t even become exhausted from all this physical activity.

”Now…” Alistair was the one breaking the kiss. His eyes on Nero and Lars with the intensity of a predator ready to pounce. “We takin’ turns.” It was an obvious and clear message to both Nero and Lars of whom was calling the shots. “Ye’ pull, ah thrust.” His hands squeezed Nero’s waist, his own hips giving a little wiggle to stretch the other man a little bit more in tandem with Prometheus’ cock. “Ah pull, ye’ thrust.” Rather than having both of them fucking the ever living shit out of Nero – it was definitely way more entertaining to see who would make his pet scream louder. “First one to come, loses.” An obvious challenge to Lars and something for Nero to look forward to – having his pretty little ass dripping with their combined seed. “As fur ye’, pet…” Smoke leaned in – lips clashing against Nero’s in a fit of possession, greed, envy, lust… A kiss so intense that he went the extra length to bite onto the Fortitude agent’s bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. “No wastin’. If it spills,ye’ hae to lick it clean, yeah? Good sluts ne’er let a prize go tae shite.”

All Lars needed was a nod. Whatever Smoke and Charon had going on, it wasn’t all that much different from others around Atlantis. And sex was sex. It was meant to be enjoyable and pleasurable for all parts involved – so if being a cum dumpster was Nero’s kink… who was he do deny him that? Alistair nodded and he moved. His hips rocked forward slow – pushing as deep as he could go inside Charon while kissing the Fortitude’s agent shoulder in the process. “Just relax.” God – that fucking asshole was strangling his cock in the best way possible and he wasn’t even going to mention how hard he and Smoke were. And he pulled back before feeling Smoke ram himself hard – deep – into the agent, feeling the strength behind his thrust all the way down to his toes. And when Alistair pulled back…? It was his turn again. A little bit more eager, a little bit more forceful. His kisses on Nero’s shoulder persisted, his gaze on their reflection on the mirror. “You good? It’s not too much, is it?”

It always amazed Nero how other people looked like naked, not that the gear they wore would often leave little to the Fortitude agent's imagination when picturing them in his mind's eye. Alistair's body was just as he imagined it, lean and muscly. If he didn't know any better, Nero would say he'd flex for him whenever Alistair got the chance. But from this view, from beside the bathroom mirrors watching as the envy agent stalked towards him and positioned himself behind his ass, Nero didn't know better. Only wanted to know pleasure, only wanted to know Smoke. Prometheus looked amazing naked as well, the thick musculature of this adonis and how it moved and bulked from under the sweaty skin. The full pecs and the ample ass on this man were mouthwatering as Nero already recalled the damage they could do on just his throat. Both of them looked irresistible to Nero and he wouldn't get in the way of their choice of how they would please him.

Nero's large brown doe eyes looked between the two men as Nero returns Alistair's kiss. The same hunger, the same desire and heat over taking him, yet his gaze felt soft. Pleading. As his eyes fell on the naked Prometheus, Nero's eyes begged for him to join them, to join their kiss to join in touching him. Perhaps with the restroom to themselves, the three could truly devour each other, taste the sweat and excitement on each other's skin without and prying eyes or peering judgement of others. Kissing Alistair deep and lingering, Nero softly closed his eyes, his tongue leading itself into Smoke's mouth, tasting the man capable of making him beg for less.

Nero's back arched slightly as he felt Alistair closer to him, biting back moans as he felt the other man's calculating fingers on his nipples. Nearly mewling as he felt Alistair roll them, Nero grabs at the sinks under him, careful not to slip or lose balance. His chest pushed themselves back into the pleasure pain of Alistair's touch. He tried to keep his eyes stayed on the pride agent, on Lars, trying to play off the other man's touches even though they felt so great. He could feel the sweat form his chest trickling down as his legs were brought up to rest on top of Alistair's shoulders.

As the two men discussed on who's cock was going where, Nero continued to kiss along the envy agent's jawline. Humming as he continued to press his beard across Alistair's neck, missing that bit of contact with the other agent. It felt rather intimate, but with Lars there… Nero felt he should get to see how the two were like, how firm they were in their affections. His curiosity also piqued with Alistair. Having him share the fortitude agent like this, Nero questioned how much he could get away with Lars present. Testing the waters with kisses, Nero decides to push the envelop and laps a tongue across the band of muscle across Alistair's neck. His mouth wrapping itself around the pulse of Smoke's neck, latching on and giving him tiny nips across the thin and sensitive skin.

Following the envy agent's direction, Nero wraps his arms around Alistair, bringing the fellow agent closer for a kiss once more before feeling Smoke's cock plunge into him. Nero moans into their kiss, heavy breath cascading across them as he feels the snugness of Alistair's cock deep within him along with the agent's nails digging into his hips. Nero's nails did some digging of their own, scratching along the width of Alistair's back, pulling Smoke closer to him any way he could. Any way for Nero to feel Alistair in the deepest parts of his snug hole.

"God, you're so big…" Feeling the heat across his back Nero, traveling up to the blush on Charon's face, the fortitude agent waited in anticipation for Lars to join. His hole, seemingly taking Smoke's cock with plenty of ease could feel itself craving more as he felt the heat of Lars' body behind him. The length of meat Nero could feel resting across the crevice of his ass did little to slow the fortitude agent's desire to want to be fuck by them both, and apparently neither did the already thick enough length currently making a home for itself in Nero's guts. Moaning against Alistair's neck, Nero fought through the strain of the two cocks entering him, of the pair of mouths nipping and kissing at his body, all to chase the relief he'd feel once his body acclimated to the two men and their snug fit inside of himself.

"So full…" He coos against the possessive kisses and gnashing of teeth against his own as Nero attempts to return the men's kisses, needing to pour the overwhelming sensation of both men inside him, fill their mouths with the voracity that took his entrance. "Please… Move…" He begs, swallowing a quiet sob as his arms wrapped themselves tighter around Alistair's neck, waiting, hoping the envy agent would give him what he desired, give him the pleasure Charon had pleaded for.

[luvyeni]

crazy questions ๑. ( 희승 - 제이크 )

[ req? yes / no ]

𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘 ──── who would’ve thought your random questions would lead to you being fucked by your best friends ..

( 対 ) lee heeseung and sim jaeyun + fem. reader wc. 3k genre smut · contains! unprotected sex , a little mlm ( their tongues touch ) , oral mature content. / back to library

heeseung and jake. they were your best friends , your roommates, they were use to you saying odd shit ; so normally they turned a blind eye with just a head shake — ‘that’s just yn , she says weird shit all the time’ they’d say when someone would ask why they didn’t flinch when you said crazy obscured things.

but this time they couldn’t let it slide; especially when you said it so smoothly they both thought they were sharing some weird dream. “is it possible for two dudes to eat a girl's pussy at the same time?” you said with the blankest face ever. “what crazy choices of words to form a sentence.” jake said , his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “why are you asking this?” heeseung asked.

“well i was watching a video — it was porn.” you started. “and there were two guys and they were eating the girl out at the same time , but they were both in between her legs.” both boys were now turned to you , looking at you and then at each other. “what porn are you watching?” jake asked. “it just didn’t look comfortable , her legs were so spread out and the boys looked uncomfortable and would flinch every time their tongues touched.” you said. “like if you’re gonna eat out a girl together you can’t be afraid to do a little tongue touching , it’s not that much space.”

“i literally have no idea how to answer this question.” heeseung said; for the first time you’ve left them speechless with the shit you say — “obviously it’s possible seeing as you’ve seen a video.” jake said. “but comfortable? i’ve never eaten a girl out with another dude before.” he said. “but you do have a point you can’t be scared of tongue touching the other guy.” you shook your head in agreement , heeseung laughed at the both of you. “what is wrong with both of you.”

“would you do it seung?” you asked. “eat a girl out with another dude?” he let out a light huff like chuckle. “are you okay with a little dude on dude tongue touching?” you said in a teasing tone. “i would.” jake spoke up. “we know you would , you have a lot bisexual tendencies that we’ll address later down the line.” heeseung was staring you down now. “what?” you asked nonchalantly — like you didn’t just ask your best friends the most outlandish question. “it was just a question , i didn’t ask you to co-sign a loan.”

“i think he might be thinking about it.” jake said. “or maybe he’s done it before.” heeseung rolled his eyes. “heeseung.” you drew out his name. “have you done this before , who was it with? sunghoon? jay? oh my god! who?” you were genuinely intrigued now. “i haven’t done it like that with anyone,” he said. “did he just admit to us he’s had a threesome before?” you asked jake. “i think so , did you know about this?” jake shook his head no. “it wasn’t me , must’ve been sunghoon.”

“it was jay.” you both gasped. “you and jay had a threesome?” you basically shouted. “bro why didn’t you tell me.” jake said. “because it happened like a week ago and we were all drunk.” he said. “it just happened me and jay haven't even talked about it.” he said. “why is it awkward , did you two kiss and it made your dick twitch a bit?” a pillow was tossed at your head. “umph-” he picked it up ready to hit you again. “shut up.” you were doubled over in tears; holding your stomach laughing as he continuously hit you with the pillow. “okay , okay i’m done , i’m done.” you held your hand up. “stop whacking me with that damn pillow and get your heavy ass off me.”

you wiped the tears from your eyes. “i can’t believe you had a threesome before jake; if anything i thought you two would do that together.” you said coming down from your laughing session. “i always thought you two would be the ones to do that together.” you shrugged. “us?” jake said. “yeah , i mean you two always spend everything waking moment together so i assumed you two would definitely fuck the same girl.”

“you think about us fucking another girl together?” heeseung said; jake smirked. “i didn’t — is that why you looked that up; wanted to see if it was possible and if we could do it?” jake spoke up. “i don’t like how this turned to me.” you said feeling the shift in the air. “why are you so shy now? you were so bold telling us the porn you goon to.” “it was just a question.” you mumbled , heeseung chuckled. “you were curious; so it had to be a thought you’ve had before am i wrong.”

well he wasn't wrong; maybe the thought had crossed your mind a few too many times for your liking. the look on your face told them everything they needed to know. “ah not another girl.” jake said. “you.” your eyes widen. “no-no that’s not — we’ve been friends for years we know when you’re lying.” he said. “you don’t know anything.” you said trying not to sound like you been caught even though all three of you knew you had. “i thought about it.” heeseung said. “can’t think of a day i didn’t think about it for even a second.”

“what?” before you could even say something about it jake spoke up. “me either , i thought about it the moment you said something earlier.” the look of shock on your face made them laugh. “what , you walk around here shorts tiny as fuck and without a bra , saying sexual shit all the time like it’s normal.” he said. “i’m your best friend but like i’m also a man yn.”

“not to mention these walls are thin as fuck and your room is right next mines , and let’s just say that pillow you bite down on isn’t helping at all.” heeseung said, you gasped jake quickly followed up. “fuck the thin walls i can hear her down the hall , she’s fucking loud , is there ever a day you give yourself a break?”

“well you listen , you don’t have to.” you said turning to heeseung. “and i don’t say anything when you walk around here without underwear like a slut.” he giggled , it was the most attractive thing you’ve heard in a while. “you think i don’t see you looking , you’re not subtle at all , just how we both know you feel jake staring at your ass all the time.” clearly there was some kind of tension that had been looming over the apartment that finally boiled over. “and we never said we didn’t like hearing you , just said we hear you; every single night , and now we finally know what you’re in here watching and what you’re thinking about when you’re in here stuffing yourself with your fingers.”

you bit down on your bottom lip; your thighs pressed together tightly; once again heeseung calling your bluff. “you’re getting turned on?” jake catching on , his eyes trained on your thighs waiting for the slightest bit of movement. “are you?” you were ready for them to get out so you can get rid of this new ache in between your legs. “okay , time to get out.” you said. “why aren’t we having fun?” heeseung pouted. “or is it because you want turn on your porn and goon out?” it felt like they were teasing you now , you whined. “fuck you heard that?” jake said. “told you sounds even better up close , when it isn’t muffled by a useless fucking pillows.”

heeseung tapped your bare thigh; his eyes darker than they were before — full of lust and hunger. “you gonna be a good girl and open them for us or am i gonna have force them open?” he gripped them , this is where you could’ve told them no , and they’d listen you could tell their eyes were also looking for a sign of rejection. but you’d also be a idiot to turn them both down; which is why you don’t say anything, slowly opening your legs. “you said you want to see if it’s possible?” his eyes flickering to jake who was looking at the both of you , mouth dry as he watched. “let’s see.”

jake got the hint; heeseung pulled you down so you were laying on the bed , pushing your legs far apart so they both could sit comfortably in between your legs; you let out a moan , then stretch wasn’t uncomfortable, you were surprised on how flexible you were. “moaning already and we didn’t even do anything yet.” jake who’s eyes hadn’t left your clothes lower region , brought his fingers to your clothed cunt , pressing down. “let me take these off , let’s see that pretty pussy.” you nodded and he quickly grabbed the waistband, pulling them down. “look at that.” heeseung kissed the inside of your thighs. “soaked right through these panties.” pulling them down your leg , your lower half now bare to them both.

“look at that; she’s fucking dripping.” heeseung smirk. “how long have you been thinking about this?” you whimpered , the light feeling of their breath on your cunt. “fuck just touch me.” you huffed frustrated. “oh someone is fucking needy , not even a please.” jake chuckled. “real ungrateful, here we are trying to worship your pussy and this is how you treat us.” heeseung pouted. “i’m upset princess , i don’t think we should give her anything jake.” “you’re right; she doesn’t deserve it.”

“n-no please touch me.” you shifted your body a bit , heeseung holding you down. “say it again.” jake smirked , you would’ve slapped him if you weren’t in this predicament. “pl-please touch me.” you repeated. “please.” heeseung hummed in satisfaction. “i think that’s enough , i feel like she deserves a reward right?” jake nodded. “i think we should test her theory out yeah?” heeseung agreed. “show her that it’s possible right?”

you felt the feeling of both their tongues on you, gasping out. “oh fuck.” you moaned; head falling back against the pillows. “oh my god.” you’ve been eaten out before , but this new feeling of both of them on you was addicting; eye rolling in fact , you had no clue what to do with your hands , but they eventually found themselves tangled in both of their hair yank at both their roots as they licked at your folds.

jake was definitely enjoying himself; just as he thought he would, jake never doubted his attraction to you , he was attracted to you the day you moved in; heeseung as well. they often talked about it together , the things they’d do to you, hearing you moaning and whimpering at night when you touched yourself , of course they've touched themselves to you , both thinking about what it would be like to have you , touch you , taste you — to fuck you. hearing you ask that question just set them both off , they had to have you.

they both were so deep into it , they didn’t even flinch like the guys did in the movies when their tongues touched; if anything it made it hotter to them , hearing your moans up close , not being blocked from the walls , tugging at their hair as you shout out a mixture of both their names and curse words. “fuck , fuck i’m about to cum.”

you felt the stretch of a finger entering your cunt. “so fucking tight , how can you take a cock if you’re struggling to take a finger?” jake cursed. “she’ll take what we give her.” heeseungs burned holes into your skin with his stare , wait for jake to add another finger pressing on your clit. “right.” you nodded. “yes yes , fuck!” you shouted. “you gonna cum yeah?” you nodded. “gonna make a mess.” jake switching between fingering you and licking your folds , heeseung staying up to rubbed your clit , watching your every movements. “i wanna see you cum.” he said biting his lip. “go a head, cum.”

a loud moan ripped from your throat as you came , your legs unable to close , which encouraged them to keep going. “ca-can’t , too mu-much.” heeseung pulled his hand from your clit , slapping in between your tighs , jake had to be pulled away. “calm down , gotta give our girl a break here.” jake’s lips were glossy , licking them. “sorry , she just tastes too good.”

“did you like that?” heeseung asked , you nodded. “it-it felt good , but my legs are a little sore.” you giggled , heeseung let your legs down , jake moving out the way. “it’s achievable for sure , but fuck after a while i thought i was gonna lose feeling in my legs.” you could feel heeseungs hard on pressed against your thigh. “seems like i wasn’t the only one who enjoyed it.” you grabbed his cock , he groaned. “was it me or was it jake.” he scoffed , grabbing both of your wrists. “you’re such a fucking brat.” he turned to jake. “lets do something about that yeah.?”

your shirt was quick to go along with their clothes , heeseung pushed your legs open once more , jake on the side of you. “get a look at these.” the aussie boy grabbed your boob. “been waiting to see these for months now , real nice.” he gave your bust a squeeze, you didn’t have a chance to even react to that because heeseung was pushing himself past your folds. “fu-fuck you’re so tight.” he groaned. “such a tiny pussy -fuck- you’re choking my cock.” cursing as he stretched you out. “heeseung fuck!”

as quick as he entered you , he was moving; his hips slapping against yours. “come here.” jake guided your hand to his cock. “lets put that pretty mouth to use.” helping you guide your mouth down on to his cock. “oh fuck.” he sighed , throwing his head back. “such a good cock sucker.” he held the back of your head , using your mouth to get off. “god damn , such a good cock sucker.” he pushed your head down , gagging on his cock.

it was pure pleasure that you were feeling; heeseung pushed your legs to your chest as he pounded into you. “oh fuck such a good cocksleeve huh , letting us use you like this - fuck - is this what you think about when you’re in here alone?” he grunted. “playing with your pretty pussy while thinking about your best friend use you like this.” your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “look , we’ve fucked her dumb.” jake still using your mouth. “sh-shit , should’ve used this mouth long ago.”

“wait until you feel her pussy , fuck i’m in heaven.” you could feel your orgasm creeping up on you; unable to warn them , your legs shaking as you came— no you squirted , all over heeseungs lower half. “of fuck , she squirted.” he pulled out , stroking his cock. “fu-fuck!” he came directly after ; painting your stomach white. “shit that was too fucking hot.” he huffed.

jake came not soon after; pushing your head down. “gonna let me cum in your mouth? fill your tiny throat with my seed?” you nodded. “good girl -fuck- then take it all the way.” he held your head down, groaning. “ah fuck.” his cock twitching as he came. “sh-shit.” he pulled out , tapping his wet cock on your cheek. “fuck , i’m still fucking hard.”

it didn’t stop there either , the three of you went at it for what felt like hours. sometimes one of them would take a break and you and the other would go at it , it was like the three of you were trying to drain each other of everything you had — and you did , the known but unknown tension in the apartment fueling the three of you until it didn’t any more and the three of you passed out right then and there , covered in sweat; the room smelling of sex.

you woke up last , the sheets were changed; your body covered in a shirt that wasn’t yours and a pair of panties. you slowly got up, the consequences of having your legs open for that long definitely caught up with you in your sleep , trudging down the hallway to the living room. “oh she’s risen.” jake said with a smile. “you’ve been out for 4 hours , i was certain you were gonna sleep the night , really did a number on you.” heeseung smirked to himself. “oh haha , laugh it up , sorry i don’t have the fucking stamina of a high rhino like you two.”

“us two?” heeseung said. “baby you’re the one with the never ending stamina.” he said as you sat down. “we were trying to keep up with you.” jake nodded in agreement. “at one point i was about to tap out completely.” your face was hot. “you’re either really freaked out or you really wanted to fuck us” you scoffed. “you definitely have many talents.” heeseung said. “you were real eager to show us them too.”

“says the only who was overly excited to play tongue twister with his best friend in between my legs.” you bit back. “why am i in it?” jake said. “you and that mouth , gonna get you in trouble.” he said. “really?” jake stood up from the table. “count me out this time , i have nothing left in me.” he left the both of you at he table. “i’d rather tap out now , than embarrass myself by shooting blanks later , you two have fun.”

heeseung burning holes into your skin once again. “what are you looking at?” he didn’t say anything, just got down on his knees under the table opening your legs. “st-stop im sensitive.” you whimpered. “good.” he said.

“i want you in tears by time im done this time.”

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[neigepomme]

˙ ✩°˖ ✈️ more than you'll ever know / caleb x reader

synopsis; you tell caleb that you love him — except you reaaaaally tell him that you love him.

🍎 pomme's notes — i was listening to violet crazy by dpr ian while writing this!! it's so calebcore, do listen to it..

⋆ 700 words / fluff / reader is gender neutral / 2nd person

“caleb?”

“mmh?”

“i love you.”

the brunette stands in the kitchen, preparing lunch for the both of you when you hear the sound of chopsticks falling from his hands. after picking them up with his evol, he turns slowly to face you, showcasing a nonchalant expression — though his growing smile and the light flush on his cheeks betray that nonchalance.

“yeah? to what do i owe this love declaration?”

you stand up and stride towards him quickly, with a grin plastered on your face now. 

“i love you, caleb. i love you!”

he chuckled, the blush on his cheek becoming more and more prominent. putting down the cooking utensils, he leans against the counter and crosses his arms in front of his chest, a smug expression on his face. 

“love you too, pips. did you break one of my model airplanes? is this your attempt at softening the blow?”

now it's your turn to giggle a bit while shaking your head. even if you did break one of his things, caleb wouldn't ever be mad, and he's made sure you knew that. you get even closer to him, looking up at his curious eyes — he really held the universe within them.

“i love you! i love you i love you i love you, i loooooove you!!”

caleb was at a loss. akin to a puppy, he tilted his head in lovestruck confusion. hearing you tell him you love him unprompted was so very welcomed, but he still couldn't shake off the shyness overcoming him, or the rosy red blush taking over his face.

it's not like he didn't know you loved him. you always went above and beyond to let him know. bookmarking recipes using his favorite type of apples, sending him puppy videos that reminded you of him, the little trinkets and matching items you'd send over to his place in skyhaven with little "i miss you always" notes — he felt loved, though a bit undeserving of your devotion.

his job as a colonel within the fleet forced him to do some.. unsavory stuff that you wouldn't have tolerated from anyone, except caleb wasn't just anyone. time and time again, you reassure him that no matter what he's done, no matter what demons he's fighting on his own, he'll always have a place to come home to. your love is unconditional, and you'll always be there welcoming him with open arms.

in return, caleb showered you in love too. never too shy to declare how much he adored you, always spoiling you (if he was going to do unethical things within the fleet, he sure as hell was going to get paid accordingly) and making sure you felt loved, no matter if he was up in skyhaven or by your side in linkon. he's in the deepspace tunnel? no need to worry, because he made sure you'd receive a delivery of your favorite flowers daily, with little love letters he carefully wrote for you to read. craving his signature braised chicken wings? in your fridge was a box of them that he made sure to prepare before he took the train back to skyhaven. if he wasn't there in person, you could hug the little airplane plushie he spritzed with his cologne, and when he was there? you'd feel the warmth of his embrace whenever your heart desired.

but man, hearing you confess your love to him in such a straightforward manner would always make his heart skip a beat. he's pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of you clearing your throat and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“earth to my pilot? i love you.”

caleb smiles genuinely and wraps his arms tightly around your waist in return, relaxing into you. his face hides in the crook of your neck when you feel a droplet of water on your skin, and you swear you could hear a slight sniffle — but before you can look down at him and ask what's wrong, you get interrupted by a soft kiss on the underside of your jaw.

“i love you too. more than you'll ever know.”

🍎 pomme's final notes — 20 pulls until i can get farspace deprivation everyone cheer for me rq..

also thinking about him makes me feel so emo.. i think he deserves a vacation and to be cared for for once!! love me a provider but maaaan i wish caleb could understand that he's loved with no expectations like. he is so selfless oh my shayla 💔💔

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Trophy Boyfriend

Word count: 450

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Summary: Lando Norris fully embraces his role as Y/n L/n’s devoted trophy boyfriend, happily standing in the background while she steals the spotlight.

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Lando Norris had a lot of titles to his name—Formula 1 driver, McLaren’s golden boy, future world champion (hopefully). But none of them mattered quite as much as the one he held now: Y/n L/n’s boyfriend.

It was a role he took very seriously. Not because he was the main character in this relationship—he wasn’t, not even a little. Y/n was the main event, the superstar, the reason photographers nearly toppled over themselves trying to snap pictures when they walked into a room together.

She was everything. And he was just… well, Lando.

He didn’t mind.

“I love this dress,” he said, watching Y/n twirl in front of the mirror. It was something sleek, designer, probably gifted by a brand that wanted her to post about it.

“You think so?” she mused, adjusting the straps.

“I think,” Lando said, sliding his hands around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder, “that every single person at this event is going to wish they were me.”

Y/n laughed, rolling her eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

“No, I’m right.” He grinned. “I’m literally dating you. Do you know how crazy that is?”

She turned in his arms, smoothing a hand through his curls. “I have a feeling you’re about to tell me.”

“I mean, look at you,” he continued dramatically. “Gorgeous. Talented. Everyone loves you. And then there’s me—your little trophy boyfriend.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Little?”

“Well, figuratively.” He leaned in closer, voice dropping. “Not literally.”

She smacked his chest, but he could see the way her lips curled up. “Behave.”

“Never,” he murmured, stealing a quick kiss before she could stop him.

The gala was exactly what Lando expected—Y/n’s show, and he was just happy to be a part of it.

People flocked to her the second they arrived, showering her with compliments, gushing over her latest projects, asking for pictures. Lando, in the meantime, sipped his drink and stood a little off to the side, perfectly content to let her shine.

Occasionally, she would reach back for him, lacing their fingers together like a silent reminder: You’re still my favorite person here.

He liked that.

At some point, a well-meaning (but oblivious) businessman clapped Lando on the back and said, “Must be nice, huh? Being with someone like Y/n.”

Lando just grinned. “Mate, I wake up every day and wonder how I pulled it off.”

It was true. He had no delusions about who the star was in this relationship. Y/n walked into a room and owned it, and Lando? He was just happy to be the guy holding her purse when she needed both hands to take a picture.

And honestly? Best gig ever.

[raylynnn]

“Fuck- I forgot to lock the door..”

Featuring mha boys: Katsuki, Eijro, Hanta, Kaminari, and Izuku.

Scenario (head-cannon) : basically mha boys and how they would react to being caught being intimate with the so.

Katsuki Bakugo:

• at first yall are just chilling in his dorm, watching some lame movie (in his opinion) that you put on. He couldn’t take this sappy romance shit movie anymore but knew you wouldn’t turn it off. So what else could he do but distract you.

•it started with little neck kisses which led into sloppy open mouth kissed that trailed from you lips to your collar bone. “Fuck baby. Cmon take this off for me.” He demanded lifting the hem of your shirt as he held you in his lap. You were both now topples. “So fucking pretty..” he mumbled into your breast as he nibbled and sucked. But as he propped the other into his mouth, you both heard the door open.

• “Hey man, me and the others are play COD. You finna join-“ said Kiri as he stopped in his tracks, eyes bugging out of head at the scene. You both froze as katsuki quickly turned your body away from the red head. “Fuck! Get out-“ but before Bakugo could even try to demand Kiri out the room kiri was already turning on his heel, as apology’s spilt from his mouth like a water fountain.

• “fuck I’m sorry- god fuck.” Katsuki mumbled obviously pissed and embarrassed. “I should’ve locked the door-“ before Katsuki could continue his apology’s you shut him up with a kiss. “Ok well let’s do that now..cause I still need you..” you said shyly as you twiddled your thumbs while still in his lap.

•all he did was grin before his mouth was back on yours. Let’s just say Kiri knows to knock like a pro now.

Eijro Kirishima:

•your under him as he plowed into you like a dog. Your legs hooked over his shoulders as he gripped you by the calf’s of your leg for support rutting into you. “F-fuck..” he groaned biting his lip back. “All this for me hon?” He said as he kissed your calf watching your eyes roll back into your head.

• “yes- yes Kiri..” you whimpered as your reached out for his hand. The car rocked slowly as kiri’s moves were slow but rough and powerful. “I love you- love you so much” you said in between broken moans and whimpers.

• “fuck baby..yeah I love you more baby your so- so cute..” as you both were too lost in the pleasure you heard a knock on the window. Y’all both stopped quickly sitting up as Kiri covered you with his wrinkled shirt that the two of you discarded on the floor.

• “dammit.” He muttered as he rolled down the window slightly careful to not reveal you. “What- oh my go-“ Kiri said before quickly rolling up the window. “What! What is it-“ you asked frantic since Kiri seemed all of sudden embarrassed and almost scared. “Quick get your clothes on- now” kiri barked like an order which was really unlike him.

• you did as he said shimming your clothes on as quickly as you could before Kiri rolled down the window again. “You two finished..?” A familiar voice called out. And suddenly you freeze as the realization hit. “Don’t tell me-“ you spoke before eyes peered through. “Azawia- sensei I-I can explain-“ said Kiri as he zipped up his pants. “Uh huh..look I just assumed you- were um just passed curfew..” he said clearly uncomfortable. “Look I won’t bring this up..if you don’t. I don’t want to have this conversation anymore then you do..” he said as he rubbed his temples.

• “yeah- of course…” Kiri mumbled clearly embarrassed. Soon enough Azawia walked off and kiri rolled the window back up. You gave Kiri a knowing look. “Sooo..wanna continue this in your room..” Kiri shook his head laughing slightly as he kissed the shell of your ear, “your crazy y/n” he said as he helped put the rest of your clothes back on as he returned yoh back to your dorm.

Hanta sero:

• “b-baby! T-too much!!” You whined into the pillow as sero taped your arms and wrists behind your back. “Fucking slut..I can feel you clenching when I tie the bind tighter.” He spat like venom as he rutted into you.

•you had hearts in your eyes as you couldn’t help but smile at the amazing feeling of being so full. He had you face first into the mattress as he propped your ass up hitting that perfect gummy spot in your walls. “Yeah? That feel good mamas?” He whispered into your ear. “Yes- feels so g-good!” You don’t even know how it happened. Maybe y’all were just too rough and moved too much. But somhow you ended up on seros phone and touched somthing- some button. And of fucking corse ended up calling kaminari.

• “yo what’s up man?” Called out kaminari “hello? Dude?” He said confused.

“Agh- oh fuck right there..”

“Yes- yes omg YES!”

“B-baby baby!! Oh my god..cmon milk me baby-“

“Harder- fuck me harder!”

Denki just set the phone down on his lap as he just stared off into space before he hung up.

• the next morning you came downstairs in seros shirt as you sat down in the chair as sero came around putting his hand on the small of your back as he leaned around to kiss you. Denki sat at the other end as he remembered last night’s call. “Hey man you ok? You look bothered..?” Called out sero.

•”no..no why would I be bothered” said Denki obviously sarcastic. You both raised your eyebrows in confusion before kaminari put his phone on the table revealing the call at 9:44 remembering that yalls “activity’s” resulted around that hour.

• “oh my- did I.. did we call-?” You asked your face going pale as sero just froze. “Yes. Yes you did.” He said stern.

•all 3 of you had similar reactions and all wanted to curl up in a ball and die.

Denki kaminari:

• he had been on that stupid game forever now. You two were supposed to hang out and stuff but nooo “5 more minutes” he said. 30 minutes ago. You were fed up. As you should be and what other way to make him feel sorry than stripping him of his dignity and pants.

• “f-fuck I need a power up g-guys..” he grunted as you rolled your tongue over his tip your other hand stroking his base. He was out of breath panting and sweat heading at his brow. “Cmon Kami lock in- you good bro?” Questioned Kiri.

• “Y-yeah I’m fine..” denki said biting back his lip as he had a death grip on his controller but you wanted to punish him for not giving you any attention. So as expected you took your other hand using both hands stroking his base as you kept his tip busy with your mouth.

• he was losing it. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep up. He set the controller down harshly as he put a hand in your hair. “Fucking- brat..” he mumbled forgetting Kiri was on the other line. Soon enough he was thrusting his hips up into your mouth making your jaw sore.

• “you guys are some freaks..” Kiri mumbled into his mic before logging off chuckling slightly at his friends freaky and brave actions. Denki glared at you. “You wanted my attention that badly huh?” He said before picking you before setting you in the chair before he was on his knees before you already taking your panties off with his teeth.

Izuku midoryia:

• “fuck izu-“ you moaned out into the air as he had a death grip on your ass as he pushed you forward and back against his face. You used him as some chair almost. And he was loving every fucking bit. Small groans and grunts could be heard as he fucked you sloppy with his tongue.

• you gripped him by the hair rocking your hips against his lips chasing that high. Izuku was such a yearner he had no shame making noise and being vocal and loving you outloud.

•you two must of been feeling good to not hear the door knob jingle and twist. And it’s not like izuku planned on stopping anytime soon either. “God princess- you taste so good” he moaned into your heat.

• izuku shared an apartment with Katsuki and the two were pretty good friends now. As katsuki puts his keys on the hook he walked towards izukus room opening the door to let him know he had dinner. “Nerd I have dinner, come eat- oh shit” he said as his eyes widened. His eyes resting on the absolute fucked scene infront of him. You turned around being the first to catch on as you saw a pair of deep red eyes locked on the scene between you and the green haired absolute MUNCH below you.

• “IZUKU-“ you called out trying to hop off his tongue before he pulled you back down totally unaware of the situation. “F-fuck damnit-“ katsuki said before he tried to bolt out of there. Izuku finally looked up afraid he hurt you or something. “What is it baby? KACHAN?-“

•katsuki was so scared he and izuku were close but he didn’t want to feel like a creep for seeing izukus girl like that. Even though katsuki could be a hothead he knew to knock but him and izuku were at the point were they would both just walk in. But things were different now that izuku had a girlfriend.

• when the two of you both got decent. Katsuki was grabbing his keys before the two of you stopped him. Katsuki felt his stomach drop when he made eye contact with the two of you. “Katsuki- wait!” You said before you made contact with the clearly red and bothered blonde. You couldn’t help but laugh at how clearly ashamed he was. Soon enough Izuku started laughing slightly before Katsuki glared at the two of you.

• “fuck..I thought y’all were gonna hunt me down” the 3 of you laughed before katsuki messed up your hair playfully. “Fucking nerds..” he said before he went off to plating the food.

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AN: Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this! I know some of it is unrealistic but it’s just head cannons (sort of?) if y’all want more characters to this or other scenarios feel free to leave requests!! Also TYSM for blowing up my last post I wasn’t expecting that many likes! Tysm for all the support!

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BEACH DAY

pairing. bf¡rafe && reader

content. fluff

summary. you && rafe take a day trip to his favorite beach, && you have an unexpected visitor…

“baby we gotta go! c’mon,” rafe quickly called to you from your shared bedroom. he had been waiting for you to finish getting ready for the past 20 minutes, and he was starting to get impatient.

“hold on, i’m almost done!,” you answered back.

“jesus it’s just the beach—no makeup, no doing the hair—just a swimsuit,” he whispered to himself. as he put the last of his own things into your bag that sat on the bed.

“okay, sorry, sorry! i’m done,” you rushed out of the bathroom with your hairbrush, hair clip, some hair ties, your favorite sunscreen, and some other things rafe couldn’t identify crammed in your hands.

“baby, it’s just the beach, we’ll be back tonight. do you really need all that?”

“yes! because once my hair gets wet i’ll have to redo it, and i need my stuff! so, unless you wanna look like you’re dating a lion, i suggest you don’t complain,” you replied while shoving your things into the same bag on the bed.

“alright, alright! bring your stuff, but we gotta go,” rafe laughed while picking up the bag that had gained about 5 pounds after dumping your things into it.

the two of you made your way out to his jeep—he had already taken the roof and doors off in preparation for your beach day, which only made you more excited. after you hopped into the passenger seat, rafe placed the bag on your lap so that nothing would fall out on the ride there.

“got it sweetheart?,” he asked, his smirk still made your knees go weak even after all this time, and even if you’re sitting. once he got into the driver’s seat and started the car, he immediately handed you the aux cord because he knew you loved picking music—especially during the summer. so, naturally you click over to your summer playlist and hit shuffle; Dreams by Fleetwood Mac begins to blast through the speakers and out into the hot air.

as you’re singing your heart out on the drive to the beach, rafe can’t help but steal glances at you—completely at peace, in your most natural and beautiful state, totally comfortable in the passenger seat of his car—he loved you like this. his fingers tapped against the wheel to the familiar beat, it was one of your favorites, so of course, rafe knew it by heart.

many upbeat songs later, you arrived at rafe’s favorite beach. this one was never really crowded, and had perfect clear water, and beautiful clean sand. he suspected this was because it was hidden.

“um… pretty sure this isn’t the beach, rafe,” you say as you stare at the forest on the other side of the windshield.

“just trust me, yeah?,” he smiled, turning off the car, getting out, and moving towards your side to help you out. once you were both out of the car, and rafe had taken the bag from you because of course he wouldn’t let you carry it, you began to follow him through the wooded area. there was a faint path, but rafe still had to clear some branches for you first.

once you made it to the edge of the woods, the bright blue water was revealed, and the sun’s reflection off the sand almost blinded you.

“rafe… this is beautiful! where has this place been my whole life?,” you said running out into the warm sand.

“where is everyone?,” you ask, almost excitedly.

“no one really knows about this place—that’s what makes it so special,” he smiled at you. and you just couldn’t help but run over to him as he placed the bag on the sand and unexpectedly jump into his arms. he caught you anyways, hands under your legs that wrapped around him as you grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him into a sweet kiss. once you pulled away, you put your arms around his neck and held him tight, nestling your head into the crook of his neck.

“it’s perfect, baby,” you whispered against his neck, your hot breath driving rafe crazy. he placed you down softly, and with a quick kiss on your forehead you were ready to get into the ocean. you quickly took off your shorts and baby tee that covered your bikini while rafe just stared—eyes moving from your face, down your body, and back to your face.

“what? something on my face?,” you asked, running your hands over your cheeks and lips.

“no. jus’ love you,” he replied with a soft, almost shy, smile. he then pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest you would never really get used to seeing. the faint ab lines that adorned his stomach, and soft biceps had you practically drooling—no matter how many times you had seen it before—thankfully, he wasn’t paying attention to where your gaze was falling. rafe grabbed his phone and speaker, putting your summer playlist on shuffle—it made your heart melt.

“you have my playlist saved?,” you asked softly.

“‘course i do, baby. wouldn’t be a beach trip without it, hm?,”

I Will Wait by Mumford & Sons begins blasting through the speaker as rafe tosses his phone onto the towels he had set up, and you swear you’ve never been happier than in this exact moment.

you begin running towards the water—and even though you got a head start—rafe catches up to you and picks you and tosses your torso over his shoulder, carrying you into the warm water as you’re squealing for him to put you down.

“it’s not even cold, sweetheart! feels nice doesn’t it?,” he said, finally releasing you into the gravity of the water.

“feels perfect. i love you, rafe cameron,” you say quietly, grabbing back onto his shoulders for support and intimacy, one could argue.

“i love you more, baby,” he pulls you in and kisses you—it’s intoxicating and you can feel the world around you stop.

—

you had been tanning for awhile now—rafe reading some book he brought with him—when suddenly, you feel a softness against your leg. startled, you quickly move your leg away and look back.

“oh my gosh! rafe, it’s a kitty!,” you said excitedly, while moving to sit up. rafe looks up to see your eyes widen and a big smile appear on your face.

“would you look at that? hey, little buddy,” he said as you began petting the cat’s soft fur. no tag, no owner? you thought as rafe moved onto your towel, reaching his hand out gently for the cat to smell.

“you think he’s a stray?,” you ask, concerned—but rafe can tell you’re secretly hopeful he is.

“maybe? i mean… he’s got no collar,” he answered hesitantly, knowing where this was going.

—

as rafe drove you both back home from the beach after watching the sunset, the bag that sat in your lap on the way there had been discarded to the floor and replaced with the small animal.

Love Grows by Edison Lighthouse playing softly through the stereo as you gently pet the sleeping kitty.

“so what should we name him?,” you turned toward rafe with a big smile on your face as he shook his head with a smirk.

“i cannot believe i let you talk me into keeping him…”

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